Your dad and his buddies telling stories of their fraternity days, then urging you not to go by their old house. TSM.

The seamless transition from your school hookup to your home hookup over Thanksgiving. TSM.

Being declared sweetheart at a school you don’t even go to. TSM.

The PC GroupMe blowing up over break, because you can’t stand to be separated for four days. TSM.

All I want for Christmas is your lavaliere. TSM.

Getting sent to standards for *not* going to formal. TSM.

Every guy in your favorite fraternity assuming you’re going to their formal before you’re even asked. TSM.

“I won’t break my ankle in these once I’m blacked out at formal, right?” TSM.

Sister separation anxiety over Thanksgiving break. TSM.

Winking at former hookups to maintain that you are the one with the power. TSM.

“Go like my Insta.” TSM.

Remembering to skinny arm in pictures even when you’re blackout drunk. TSM.

Pregaming slating to make it tolerable. TSM.

“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.” -Effie Trinket. TSM.

Being assigned a pledge to babysit you on Game Days. TSM.

My professors are delusional if they expect me to show up to class the week of Thanksgiving. TSM.

“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.” -Taylor Swift. TSM.

Binge watching “Keeping up with the Kardashians” when you should be keeping up with the children you’re babysitting. TSTC.

The pink shirt emoji girl is my spirit animal. TSM.

Having sisters who can lift your mood no matter what. TSM.