Crying over spilt glitter. TSM.

Getting asked to formal based solely on your crafting abilities. TSM.

Only using Tinder when the boy you’re texting takes too long to reply. TSM.

Another semester, another jar of mod podge. TSM.

Proving the weather man wrong when he says it’ll be a “dry weekend.” TSM.

Forgetting his name. Remembering his letters. TSM.

Turning into the seniors that made your freshman year unforgettable. TSM.

Feeling like you’re exacting revenge when you withhold Facebook likes. TSM.

Saying yes to the initiation dress. TSM.

Bartenders still referring to you by the name on your old fake. TSM.