“Oh, we don’t have favorites. We like to hang out with all of the fraternities on campus.” TSM.

On a scale from 1-formal, how drunk were you last night? TSM.

Mourning your grand-big’s graduation, because it’s the sorority equivalent to a death in the family. TSM.

Getting the shirt without shacking. TSM.

Saying “I could see myself doing that” after hearing stories from nights you don’t remember. TSM.

Writing notes on your phone so you remember the night, but not being able to understand them the next day. TSM.

Having to put a password on your phone so your parents don’t find your drunk selfies. TSM.

Wanted: part-time boyfriend. Sunday-Wednesday. TSM.

Considering yourself a martyr when letting someone drink your last Diet Coke. TSM.

Never going a day without texting your group chat. TSM.