I’m not sure who’s more scared for my senior year to start, risk management or my liver. TSM.

Standards is scared of me. TSM.

There aren’t many things I can’t do, and the list only gets shorter once I’ve had a few shots. TSM.

Not trusting yourself to run for a position, because being “the fun one” is a role you fill so well. TSM.

Being everyone’s favorite bad influence. TSTC.

Having multiple sisters with beach houses. TSM.

Replying to “new summer job” snapchats with “drinks by the pool” snapchats. TSM.

The most interesting part of moving out for the summer is finding all the things you stole from fraternity houses over the course of the semester. TSM.

You win some, you lose some. Either way you can always wine some. TSM.

Don’t remember taking the picture, but I still look damn good. TSM.