Collecting fraternity door codes. TSM.

Having a cuter “How we met” story with your big than you do with your boyfriend. TSM.

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

My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.

Trusting your blackout self to do the things your sober self won’t. TSM.

“Which fraternity is he in?” TSM.