Putting your crafting box away from big/little season only to take it back out of retirement in preparation of cooler season. TSM.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

The best thing about college is being able to skip class whenever you want. That’s also the worst thing about college. TSM.

The amount of glitter in my bed would make you think I’d fucked the tooth fairy. TSM.

Making your roommates sit at the opposite end of the bar when you have a blind date. TSM.

No “bad side.” TSM.

I like my coffee as black as my heart. TSM.

Being more prepared for spring break in one month, than you are for the classes you have tomorrow. TSM.

Making a list of potential formal dates and adding to it after every mixer. TSM.

Buying your little so much shit second semester senior year, because you want to buy it, but you’re graduating soon. TSM.

Filling your planner with mixer themes and date parties instead of assignments. TSM.

Being hotter than you are crazy. TSM.

Doing more cardio at recruitment practice than at a Zumba class. TSM.

I wish I could just monogram my boyfriend so everyone would know he was mine. TSM.

Agreeing with people when they say you look good. TSM.

Red lips, black soul. TSM.

Never knowing what’s happening in class, but always knowing what’s happening over the weekend. TSM.

Caring more about what award you win at formal than who you bring to it. TSM.

Always on Tinder, sometimes swiping right, never messaging back. TSM.

You had me at “pre-med.” TSM.