Wearing letters during a class presentation for recruitment purposes. TSM.

Kinda going to miss freshman year, because I knew none of my hookups were younger than I am. 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.

“Ugh, I am just so over frat guys.”
*Continues to hook up with frat guys.* TSM.

Knowing you’re over him when you stop checking to see if he watched your Snapchat story. TSM.

Champagne taste, Burnett’s budget. TSM.