Getting the inevitable “we still love you and think you’re amazing” from his drunken brothers after a breakup. TSM.

Walking into the risk management workshop like “hello! The risk is here!” TSM.

“OMG…Did you see her story?” TSM.

Guy: so what are your hobbies?
Me: *tries to think of something that isn’t drinking* TSM.

Lipstick stains on every. single. glass. TSM.

Fuck, no, I don’t want to be sweetheart. That means getting friend zoned by an entire fraternity. TSTC.

Spending the next morning compiling pictures from everyone’s phone into one group text. TSM.

Laughing in his face when your booty call says “I don’t want to hurt you.” As if he ever could. TSTC.

Being halfway into your first semester in a sorority and already buying things for your little. TSM.

Running to the other side of the group picture just to be on your good side. TSM.