Becoming the senior you were once afraid of. TSM.

Being known as the “bitch-face” family. TSM.

Being convinced you would make a good standards chair since you’ve been to so many meetings. TSM.

“I think I’m permanently fucked up from this weekend.” TSM.

Accumulating t-shirts, memories, and reputations. TSTC.

Shack shirt or it didn’t happen. TSM.

Meeting your future little in a fraternity house bathroom. TSM.

My cleavage should count as community service. TSM.

I don’t need him. I have my own trust fund. TSM.

My two favorite words: “paper chapter.” TSM.

Managing to get a shack shirt even though you slept naked. TSM.

Using Tinder to practice your foreign language skills while studying abroad. TSM.

Adding a statement necklace to last night’s shack shirt. TSM.

Doing the extra hour of cardio, because wine. TSM.

Getting sent to someone else’s standards meeting. TSM.

Wearing a shirt with one fraternity’s letters under a quarter-zip with another’s. TSM.

Tweeting from his house with your location setting on, because you know his girlfriend stalks your tweets. TSTC.

Choosing a nail salon based on their alcohol policy. TSM.

Starting the night with glitter on your face. Ending it with glitter on his. TSM.

Using your doctor’s suggestion to get more Vitamin C as an excuse to drink mimosas. TSM.