“Good luck, and don’t fuck it up.” TSM.

Knowing someone on every corner of campus. TSM.

Joining a bottom tier sorority. Graduating from a top tier sorority. TSM.

“Her brows are so on point.” TSM.

Rediscovering old jewelry and struggling to remember which boy gave it to you. TSM.

Sometimes, I just want to punch drunk me in the face. TSM.

Everyone knowing you got the big you wanted based off the volume of your scream. TSM.

The anxiety you get when you’re waiting to become a big. TSM.

Remembering just enough of the night to know you’ll be getting called to standards. TSM.

Always being the best dressed at themed events. TSM.