Facebook creeping yourself to make sure there’s nothing for other girls to hate on. TSM.

We’ll keep drinking and we’ll keep getting skinnier. TSM.

“I’ll take my D’s over your A’s any day.” TSM.

“Your father vacuumed the glitter out of your suitcase.” TSM.

“You made my bed glittery.” TSM.

Monogramming your chapter’s spirit jerseys. TSM.

Threatening your littles with disownment if they ever get tongue piercings. TSM.

You want a sandwich? I want a ring. TSM.

You live, you learn, and you upgrade. TSM.

Teaching new members the essentials, like how hard we actually party. TSM.