Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.

Dressing up as “shit show” Barbie for a social. TSM.

Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.

Letting the pledge on your floor walk you to class just for the compliments. TSM.

Saturday nights are for renewing my subscriptions to standards hearings. TSTC.

All I need to get through today is a little tequila and a whole ‘lotta Jesus. TSM.

Would it be crazy or ingenious to save my fingerprint to his iPhone for easy access? TSM.