Looking at your manager blankly when she condescendingly asks “What’s more important: your job or your sorority?” TSTC.

Partying hard enough to be sent to standards, but being intimidating enough never to be sent. TSM.

Being able to fall asleep to sirens and frat parties as if they were lullabies. TSM.

Leaving room in your planner every week for an inevitable standards meeting. TSM.

Being the person with the most control and the fewest contributions to a group project. TSM.

“I hate that he’s seen me naked.” TSM.

Only talking to him come formal season. TSM.