The boyfriend showing up with a bottle of fireball, a skinny latte, and an apology. TSM.

I consider myself more of a “fourth-year freshman” than a senior. TSM.

Being more nervous about your outfit for your final presentation than the actual presentation itself. TSM.

“He never officially asked me to be his wife, but he never asked me to not be his wife either, so things are going pretty well.” TSM.

Refusing to wear open-toed shoes without a perfect pedicure. TSM.

Waking up from a blackout with a boyfriend. TSM.

Toasting shots “to sisterhood.” TSM.

The liquor store cashier asking for your number instead of your ID. TSM.

Judging that one girl who tries way too hard to be sweetheart. TSM.

Out-drinking your formal date. TSM.