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.

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.

Snapchatting other alumnae to commiserate over the “babies” being upperclassmen. 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.

Being the go-to matchmaker during formal season, because your boyfriend is in “the hot fraternity.” TSM.

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