Doing a walk of shame straight to class. TSTC.

Curling your hair to go to student health when you’ve been sick in bed all week. TSM.

“Can you, like, not?” TSM.

Your best friends knowing exactly who you’re talking about when you say “Ugh, I hate everyone.” TSM.

Saying “hashtag” out loud. TSM.

Having full control over him with just one look. TSM.

Turning him into the “boyfriend type.” TSM.

Greek week isn’t a competition. Winning is a tradition. TSM.

Every side is my good side. TSM.

The girl you babysit calling your sorority “that wine-drinking club you’re in.” TSM.