Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.

Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.

Would it be crazy or ingenious to save my fingerprint to his iPhone for easy access? TSM.

“Recruitment video” is a music genre if you ask me. TSM.

Being a clue in a fraternity’s scavenger hunt. TSM.