His letters determining how far he gets. TSM.

I’m pretty sure I always have the right of way. TSM.

Resting Bitch Face. TSM.

Keeping clothing for all four seasons in your closet at all times. You never know if you’ll have a Boats and Hoes mixer in January. TSM.

“I’m over it,” either meaning “I’m not even a little bit over it” or “You’re dead to me” with no in between. TSM.

Nothing giving you more anxiety than your standards chair looking through pictures on your phone. TSM.

Never wearing pants to the bar. TSM.

Your weekly workout taking place on the frat house dance floor. TSM.

Putting your letters on your date’s cooler, so everyone knows who made the best one in the cabin. TSM.

Saying “bye” without actually leaving. TSM.