Red lips, black soul. TSM.

Never knowing what’s happening in class, but always knowing what’s happening over the weekend. TSM.

Caring more about what award you win at formal than who you bring to it. TSM.

You had me at “pre-med.” TSM.

I’m not like regular standards chairs. I’m a cool standards chair. TSM.

Dropping by Target for a cardigan and Plan B. TSM.