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

Supplies for finals: PostIts, highlighters, pen, pencil, calculator, dry shampoo. TSM.

God grant me the serenity to accept the grades I cannot change, courage to raise the grades I can, and wisdom to know the difference. TSM.

Ending the semester with no dignity, but plenty of badass stories to make up for it. TSM.

Waking up and realizing you made brunch plans with way too many people. TSM.

Having a different boyfriend in every fraternity. TSTC.

Haaaaave you met my little? TSM.

People being able to guess which sorority you’re in because “you just have this thing about you.” TSM.

“Feel my legs. I just shaved.” TSM.