Bringing more swimsuits on vacation than there are days of vacation. TSM.

If you have to ask whether you should text him, you probably shouldn’t, and you probably will. TSM.

Skipping class because it interferes with Bid Day. TSM.

The chorus of “You’re so tan!” upon returning to campus. TSM.

My only regret is not taking a selfie. TSM.

Choosing your outfit for the day based on whether or not you feel like putting pants on. TSM.

“Ew. You didn’t like my Insta. Bitch.” TSM.

Physically attracted to my planner. TSM.

“On a scale of 1 to that video of me dancing on top of a bar, how drunk were you?” TSM.

Sending photos to your group text for Instagram caption suggestions. TSM.

Voting the biggest shit show onto the standards board, because you know she’ll be the voice of reason. TSM.

Putting off your breakup until you move back in to school, because you’ll need help with boxes. TSTC.

Setting all your emojis to the blonde girl. TSM.

Being know as “the one that takes Instagram too seriously.” TSM.

Crafting parties being low key competitions to see who will be the best big. TSM.

You can’t talk about brands, boys, or booze but, like… that’s all the best stuff. TSM.

My decision to wash or not wash my hair is pretty much controlling my social schedule. TSM.

Doing your hair and makeup to match your fake. TSM.

Spraining your ankle, but not spilling your drink. TSM.

“We do not speak of that night.” TSM.