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.

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

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

All I need to get through today is a little tequila and a whole ‘lotta Jesus. TSM.

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

Getting “yell at the bouncer for not accepting your Panera card as an acceptable form of photo ID” drunk. TSM.

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

Spinning to the same songs you dance to on weekends. TSM.