Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.

All I need to get through today is a little tequila and a whole ‘lotta Jesus. TSM.

Being the go-to matchmaker during formal season, because your boyfriend is in “the hot fraternity.” TSM.

Would it be crazy or ingenious to save my fingerprint to his iPhone for easy access? TSM.

Can I add “TSM Famous” to my résumé? TSM.

“Recruitment video” is a music genre if you ask me. TSM.

Getting “yell at the bouncer for not accepting your Panera card as an acceptable form of photo ID” drunk. TSM.

Blacking out is God’s way of saying, “Don’t worry about it.” TSM.

Looking up the projected income of your new boy’s major before taking it too far. TSM.