Teaching yourself an entire class the night before finals. TSM.

Breaking hearts and forgetting names. 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.

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.