Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

Shopping for a date party dress during your three-hour lecture. TSM.

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.

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.