The bartender looking at your ID, saying “fake as hell,” then pouring you a drink. TSM.

Being the one who has to tell *him* you’re not looking for anything serious. TSM.

Needing t-shirts for everyone event so you have a way to remember them. TSM.

The TSM weekend playlist coming out on Thursday. TSTC.

Older family members thinking you joined a convent when you say you’ve become a sister. TSM.

I don’t use soda as a mixer, so I feel pretty healthy. TSM.

Your non-greek friends asking for your help and expertise when they have to make costumes for theme parties. TSM.

Frat Daddy Issues. TSM.

Everyone calling you by the name of your alter ego when you get drunk. TSM.

Thanking the high heavens his pledges weren’t initiated before the first snowfall, because you were not about to shovel yourself. TSM.