Having girls drunkenly tell you they wish they were in your sorority. TSM.

“Can I put it on Omega Fi?” TSM.

I don’t need the skinny arm. TSM.

Picking a Little that will complement you in pictures. TSM.

“Story of my life.” TSM.

Making my MacBook’s screen go black, so I can use it as a mirror during meetings. TSM.

Only using the pink post-it notes. TSM.

Having a custom glue gun. TSM.

Spending meetings writing everyone’s name in cursive. TSM.

Playing BrickBreaker on my Sratberry, while being surrounded by Frat daddies writing essays for classes I have never even heard of. TSM.