Spending all summer purchasing potential first-day-of-class outfits, then wearing one you buy on a last-minute mall run. TSM.

Being the star of the recruitment video. TSM.

Trying not to hold grudges against PNMs who don’t pronounce Greek letters correctly. TSM.

You’re not loud enough until the fraternity next door learns our songs. TSM.

Reviewing your own Snapchat story for any clues as to what you did last night. TSM.

Deciding who gets to pref a girl with a game of rock, paper, scissors. TSM.

Laura Bush just writing a check to ALS because she didn’t want to mess up her hair. TSM.

“I like ice-cream! I need a boyfriend!” -Kelly Kapoor. TSM.

You and your best friend passing your room down to your littles. TSM.

Feeling entitled to the senior discount your senior year. TSM.

You don’t have to believe in fairytale endings, but that doesn’t mean Prince Charming can stab the princess in the back. TSM.

Elsa and Anna putting sisters before misters. TSM.

He looks better in person. TSM.

Always talking shit, never getting hit. TSM.

Wanting to lose weight for your school body, not your summer body. TSM.

Calling dibs on a PNM. TSM.

Fearing you’ll never find a little you love as much as your big. TSM.

When claiming girls as your littles is as competitive as Black Friday shopping. TSM.

Utilizing the things you learned in chemistry class and putting the number of guys you slept with into significant figures or scientific notation. TSM.

A little messed up, but we’re all alright. TSM.