Constantly forgetting that studying abroad requires studying. TSM.

Putting your drinks on your ex-boyfriend’s tab — all 10 vodka sodas. TSM.

The “I’m sorry for all the drunk Snapchats” Sunday morning apology. TSM.

The kiss he gives the back of your neck when you claim to need help putting on your pearls. TSM.

Duck boots are the new rain boots. TSM.

So many themes. So little time. TSM.

My little black book is full of cocktails. TSM.

Only being interested in a transfer student if he’s interested in going Greek. TSM.

I’m not drunk. I just can’t feel anything. TSM.

Taking an introductory pre-med class to make an introduction to potential husbands. TSM.

Dog tags are the military’s lavalieres. TSM.

Never lifting a finger, but carrying two Starbucks and a half gallon of vodka up four flights of stairs with ease. TSM.

Your costume box being bigger in college than it was in kindergarten. TSM.

All of the doodles in your notebook being sorority-related. TSM.

Even when we’re not having fun, we’re still having more fun than you. TSM.

Being voted “Most likely to have a hidden wild side.” TSM.

“Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group they’re rather stupid.” TSM.

Spending your book money on wine. TSM.

Treat every week like it’s syllabus week. TSM.

His letters determining how far he gets. TSM.