No letters, no number. TSM.

Finals are really cutting into my drinking schedule. TSM.

People having high expectations of your ability to party because of your sorority. TSM.

The last-minute attempt to iron your shirt out with a hair straightener. TSM.

Knowing you have the power to make her life miserable, but letting the fact that your life is so much better than hers do the job for you. TSM.

Being the reason he wins “Hookup of the Week” at chapter. TSM.

Being known by one fraternity as “the snow shacker” because you got stuck at their house during the snowpocalypse. TSM.

The automatic “You’re prettier. Not even just because you’re my friend.” TSM.

It’s not about the pledges. It’s about the serenades. TSM.