Not feeling like your life is together until you leave the nail salon. TSM.

When your good morning text is always from Standards asking you to take down your Snapchat story. TSTC.

The higher the Roman Numeral, the more I like him. TSM.

Making a PG-13 album of spring break pictures to show your parents. TSM.

I need either caffeine or vodka. I don’t care which, but I need it now. TSM.

Getting annoyed when your shack shirt isn’t comfort colors. TSM.

Legend in the eyes of your sisters, liability in the eyes of standards. TSM.

Having an average of five to ten life-ending screenshots in your phone at any given point in time. TSM.

I’ve got the body of a 19-year-old and the ID of a 26-year-old. TSM.