Partying hard enough all semester to become a legend, but still managing to pull off perfect grades. TSM.

The old standards chair passing down her instructions on dealing with you, specifically, to the new standards chair. TSTC.

Using a kiss as a chaser. TSM.

Tears are drunkenness leaving the body. TSM.

Trying to figure out Mary’s good side while setting up the Nativity scene. TSM.

Reading the TSM Columns as religiously as most people read the newspaper. TSM.

Martha May Whovier. TSM.

I was at my drunkest when I was with these people. TSM.

“I can never remember what the inside of that place looks like, but I know there’s a cheese plate in there somewhere.” TSM.

Negative pregnancy test Snapchats. TSTC.

“I’m going to office hours with my TA,” actually meaning, “I’m going to hook up with with my TA in the office.” TSM.

If I didn’t drink, how would my sisters know I loved them at 2am? TSM.

Asking him to semi-formal, because you know he’ll take a great picture. TSM.

Having a slew of cute phone cases, but making sure you have an extra protective one for when you go out. TSM.

I’ve been too spoiled by my big. My boyfriend needs to step it up. TSM.

Not caring about the World Cup, but still using it as an excuse to bring out your American flag apparel. TSM.

Choosing to swallow, just to avoid a mess. TSM.

Waiting to put your lipstick on until after your beer bong. TSM.

Feeling naked without your letters. TSM.

But if you aren’t in your hometown’s debutante ball, do I really care what you have to say? TSM.