The bittersweet moment when you realize that your pledge class is no longer the babies. TSM.

The warmth in your heart when your rush crush becomes part of your sorority on Bid Day. TSM.

Stealing his heart, and then his composite. TSM.

All of your snacks on MyFitnessPal being alcohol. TSM.

Hot glue burns are the battle scars of crafting. TSM.

Using “My big says I can’t” as an excuse to get out of anything and everything. TSM.

I like my crafts how I like my water: sparkling. TSM.

Using read receipts so people know when you’re ignoring them. TSM.

Already having your mom car picked out. TSM.

It’s too big. TSM.