Making a map of tailgates so you don’t miss a single one. TSM.
Making a map of tailgates so you don’t miss a single one. TSM.
True sisterhood is sharing your charger. TSM.
Everyone assuming you’ll be at the bars Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. TSTC.
Who actually goes to class senior year anyways? TSTC.
“We kicked her out of the group chat so it’s a pretty big deal.” TSM.
Taking the long way to class when you look good in letters for recruitment purposes. TSM.
When you find photographic proof that you used to practice dancing on tables to Britney Spears when you were 8. TSM.
“Are you staying over there?” “Yeah but he doesn’t know that yet.” #TSTC
If standards doesn’t put you on probation, you’re not doing senior year right. TSM.
Your credit card statement informing you that your life is in fact a constant cycle of coffee, vodka, and bad decisions. TSM.
Craft stores are my second home. TSM.
When your grand big says, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” so you literally can do anything. TSM.
Never miss a pregame, rarely make it to the event. TSTC.
If “hazing” means “getting gifts,” then I was hazed like crazy. TSM.
I don’t have a Tinder to hook up, I have a Tinder because I like attention and knowing guys think I’m hot. TSM.
Watching Legally Blonde and thinking, “Where is Elle Woods’ big?” TSM.
“How’s your boyfriend?”
“Oh. You mean my long-term semi-exclusive only hangout Thursday-Saturday hookup? He’s great!” TSM.
PNMs and PSLs the two best things about fall. TSM.
I’d rather die than order a water without lemon in it. TSM.
Skipping your first class of senior year because you’re hungover. TSTC.