Feeling like high school you would be terrified of the new and improved college you. TSM.

“I remember not remembering that.” TSM.

Knowing you’re the best, simply because every other sorority targets you during Penny Wars. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

Having a group message called The Burn Book. TSM.

It’s not what you know, it’s what you throw. TSM.

I’m blonde on the inside. TSM.

Typing up an essay on your phone outside of the bar, and still getting an A. TSM.