Having more of his letters than he does. TSM.

Filtering the drunk out of photos. TSM.

Is it still hazing if I want to do it? TSM.

FLOWER HEADBANDS AREN’T STUPID. YOU ARE. TSM.

Spending more time making an outfit than wearing it. TSM.

Boho. NS. Bow Ho. TSM.

Getting crafting supplies and yoga pants for your birthday. TSM.

Your credit card company flagging charges for school books because they are “unusual.” TSM.

Knowing the way to his heart is through his liver. TSM.

Still getting nervous when you see your old standards chair walking out of the liquor store, even after you’ve graduated. TSM.

“I heard that bar was closing, and I actually cried.” TSM.

Having a your ex-boyfriend’s pledge pick you up from your new boyfriend’s fraternity house. TSM.

Taking bedtime shots to celebrate a completed paper. TSM.

Getting so involved in your chapter you forget you go to school too. TSTC.

His pledges, my perks. TSM.

Margarita Monday. Tequila Tuesday. Wine Wednesday. Tonic Thursday. Fireball Friday. TSM.

There aren’t many things I can’t do, and the list only gets shorter once I’ve had a few shots. TSM.

Being on a first-name basis with the late night staff at Jo-Ann’s. TSM.

Keeping your heart and your Starbucks on ice. TSM.

Being the senior everyone comes to when they’re sent to standards, because you have the most experience. TSM.