Counting mimosas as your daily dose of fruit. TSM.

Standards hearings being a family affair. TSM.

Getting a fraternity’s event shirt before its pledges do. TSM.

Sometimes, I just want to punch drunk me in the face. TSM.

“Oh my God, same.” TSM.

Counting down to your 21st birthday the minute you turn 20. TSM.

The number of times I’ve used a guy because his bed was closer than mine is both epic and appalling. TSM.

Sisterhood is forever. So is mod podge. TSM.

Strategically leaving evidence of your having been there all over his room. TSM.