Judging freshmen who say they’re not going to rush, only to judge them harder later if they say they are. TSM.

Using functions as an excuse to hoard anything that could potentially be used as a costume. TSM.

It’s not that I’m terribly optimistic. I just genuinely believe that the rules don’t apply to me. TSM.

Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.

Being able to shower, do your hair, pick out an outfit, and put on makeup blacked out. TSM.

Knowing the difference between glitter and sparkles. TSM.

Getting the president to drop a pledge because he stood you up. TSM.

Party girls don’t get hurt. TSM.