Supplies for finals: PostIts, highlighters, pen, pencil, calculator, dry shampoo. TSM.

Seeing anything and everything as a potential craft. TSM.

Actually, I don’t use “Daddy’s credit card.” I use my own. Daddy just pays it off. TSM.

Waking up early and heading straight downstairs to swap stories from last night. TSM.

Liking your sister’s picture before it even loads. TSM.

Talking about the recent graduates like they died, because you know a part of them did. TSM.

Wearing letters during a class presentation for recruitment purposes. TSM.

Using the university police escorts as free cab rides. TSTC.

Kinda going to miss freshman year, because I knew none of my hookups were younger than I am. TSM.

Topless beaches and bottomless mimosas. TSTC.

God grant me the serenity to accept the grades I cannot change, courage to raise the grades I can, and wisdom to know the difference. TSM.

Ending the semester with no dignity, but plenty of badass stories to make up for it. TSM.

“Ugh, I am just so over frat guys.”
*Continues to hook up with frat guys.* TSM.

Knowing you’re over him when you stop checking to see if he watched your Snapchat story. TSM.

Champagne taste, Burnett’s budget. TSM.

Never making plans on Mondays, because you assume you’ll have a standards meeting. TSTC.

I have a good heart, just a dirty mouth. TSTC.

My big is my spirit animal. TSM.

When your graduation gown is uneven because your flask is weighing down one side. TSM.

Spending more time decorating your graduation cap than studying for finals. TSM.