Resting up FOR the weekend, not OVER the weekend. TSM.

Feeling more nervous to submit your little list than you are to turn in a midterm paper. TSM.

One side of his cooler already being better than all sides of his last. TSM.

Having to begin every story about the night before with “So apparently…” TSM.

Your phone auto-correcting “monogamy” to “monograms,” because only one of those things is relevant to your life. TSM.

Hooking up with the t-shirt chair of a fraternity because, well, he’s the t-shirt chair. Duh. TSM.

Successfully tricking the whole new pledge class into believing they didn’t get their number one big. TSM.

“Good luck, and don’t fuck it up.” TSM.

Knowing someone on every corner of campus. TSM.