My two favorite words: “paper chapter.” TSM.

Coming home in the morning to find your little passed out on your bed. TSM.

Exclaiming to everyone that you’re “expecting” while awaiting big little reveal. TSM.

Big-little dates at a standards meeting. TSM.

Always carrying an extra shirt in case you have to change out of letters to drink before class. TSM.

Looking at your manager blankly when she condescendingly asks “What’s more important: your job or your sorority?” TSTC.

Being the person with the most control and the fewest contributions to a group project. TSM.

Introducing yourself as Barbie when he tells you his name is Ken. TSM.

The post-shack group cuddle/Facebook creep sesh. TSM.

Your sisters automatically knowing your drink order based on your mood. TSM.