It’s crafting season. TSM.

Pretending not to realize that guy you went home with freshman year is currently sitting next to you in your senior seminar. TSM.

Hold on. Let me put pants on. TSM.

Never having to wait in line at the bar. TSM.

Pre-gaming your standards meeting. TSM.

Going back to school as a senior, ready to act like a freshman. TSM.

Sorority rivalries are just a part of Panhellenic love. TSM.

The “I haven’t seen you all summer and you’re never allowed to leave me again” hug. TSM.