Describing where your house is, in relation to Starbucks. TSM.

Knowing you have to make every day this semester worth it because your big graduates in May. TSM.

Your 18th birthday card from your parents saying, “Welcome to the GOP!” TSM.

Following in Elle Woods’ footsteps by becoming president of your sorority and attending Harvard Law. TSM.

Finding justifications for any lazy, slutty, or crazy thing a sister does, because that’s just what sisters are for. TSM.

Being above the basic Northface with yoga pants and UGGs look. TSM.

The amazing moment when your boyfriend calls your little, “little.” TSM.

Feeling slightly excited the first time he tells you “My mom said ‘hi.'” TSM.

Even when I’m wrong, I’m right. TSM.

Being almost as excited for the boy’s bid day as you are for your own because you can drink in his letters. TSM.

Your sorority involvement taking up half of your resume. TSM.

Snapchatting your big’s boyfriend every time you steal her away from him. TSM.

I love big sunglasses, big hair, and big men, but mostly I love being little. TSM.

The only appropriate response to your weekend story being “you would.” TSM.

Being the best dressed couple on campus. TSM.

Jeeps aren’t just for Barbie. TSM.

If I convince myself it didn’t happen, it didn’t happen. TSM.

Planning while tanning. TSM.

The casual “we used to talk and then you screwed me over” smile on campus. TSM.

Being called Miss America by your professor because you’re wearing your American flag sorority letters. TSM.