“What if my little is a skank?” TSM.

Sunglasses, Starbucks, smartphone – no outfit is complete without ’em. TSM.

Bedazzling a planner at the start of the semester, then never using it again. TSM.

Being complimented on your snapchat penmanship. TSM.

Being jealous that guys get to haze. TSM.

Having more shack shirts from sisters than from boys. TSM.

The best part of your night being recapping in the morning. TSM.

Staking your claim on baby names, despite being years away from childbirth. TSM.

Your favorite lullaby having been “Hush, little baby,” because there was a promise of presents and affirmation that you were the prettiest in town. TSM.

Getting annoyed when your phone autocorrects abbreviations to full words. TSM.