He wears the pants, but I control the zipper. TSM.

A sister returning the clothes you lent her two years ago. TSM.

Having more motivation to lose weight for recruitment than you ever did for spring break. TSM.

I can’t even remember the last time I was able to “even.” TSM.

Using standards as an excuse to have unflattering pictures removed from Facebook. TSM.

The conscious transition from “See you later” to “Have a nice night.” TSM.

Working out your arms just so they’ll look good while you’re clapping during recruitment. TSM.

Warm hugs from hot guys. TSM.

Only inviting a boy to your formal if you’re invited to his. TSM.

50 shades of eye shadow. TSM.

Having a blonde personality. TSM.

Crying over spilt glitter. TSM.

Getting asked to formal based solely on your crafting abilities. TSM.

Only using Tinder when the boy you’re texting takes too long to reply. TSM.

Another semester, another jar of mod podge. TSM.

Proving the weather man wrong when he says it’ll be a “dry weekend.” TSM.

Forgetting his name. Remembering his letters. TSM.

Turning into the seniors that made your freshman year unforgettable. TSM.

Feeling like you’re exacting revenge when you withhold Facebook likes. TSM.

Saying yes to the initiation dress. TSM.