Crafting while watching the Masters. TSM.

Spending more time reading TSM columns than reading your textbooks. TSM.

Successfully convincing all your professors to move deadlines so you and your sisters can black out for alumni weekend. TSM.

Blowing your monthly food allowance on a really fabulous new hairstyle. TSM.

Gradually spraining your wrist over the course of a week because of the angle you painted your date’s cooler in. TSM.

The guy from the liquor store writing on your Facebook wall for your actual 21st birthday. TSM.

“Being happy never goes out of style.” -Lilly Pulitzer. TSM.

Winning your sorority’s march madness bracket because you chose the team with the prettiest colors. TSM.

Weekends away being contingent upon whether or not you can make a cooler. TSM.

I may be small, but everything I do is big. TSM.

If at first you don’t succeed, pay someone to do it for you. TSM.

“Who is sleeping with my ex?” being new business during chapter. TSM.

The only reason I’m agreeing to this whole “graduation” thing is that I crafted the cutest cap ever. TSM.

Your GPA being higher than your dress size. TSM.

Convincing your professor to excuse you from class to mentally prepare for the Greek week talent show. TSM.

The head of standards passing down her fake ID. TSM.

Wearing pearls for the girls and lace for the boys. TSM.

Never going to class but still acing the tests. TSM.

He thinks I’m a brat, but I’m not worried. He’ll get over it. TSM.

The moment when your family doesn’t fit in the Instagram crop. TSM.