Having the go-to Plan B sister. TSM.

Making him “hold your beer.” TSM.

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.

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

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

Dating within your monogram. TSM.

Comparing shack shirts on Sunday mornings. TSM.

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

Singing your sorority drinking song every time you’re drunk with one or more sisters. TSM.