Writing out 72 variations of “Welcome to the BEST sorority on campus! We’re soooo excited to have you, pretty girl! Get ready for the best semester of your life!” on the new girls’ walls on bid day. TSM.

Conferring with everyone you know about texting a guy, until you find someone who says you can do it. TSM.

Getting borderline angry at your best friend for texting you when you thought she was going to be your boy. TSM.

I love big sunglasses, big hair, and big men, but mostly I love being little. TSM.

Regretting your decision every time you wear pants. TSM.

Viewing Valentine’s Day as a drinking holiday. TSM.

Getting excited to see your mom so you won’t feel guilty about all of your purchases this weekend. I mean, for quality bonding time. TSM.

Feeling intimidated by no one, except your little’s actual big sister. TSM.

Being able to determine with certainty the right decision to make regarding the boys in your life, then doing the opposite. TSM.

Having little concern the first time a boy sees your naked body, but feeling totally vulnerable the first time he sees your naked face. TSM.