“Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group they’re rather stupid.” TSM.

A semi-drunk 9am Starbucks run being the only thing keeping you alive during syllabus week. TSM.

Not knowing whether to be ashamed or proud the first time you’re called to standards. TSM.

Having a social with one fraternity, but waking up in a different fraternity’s house. TSTC.

Going to the liquor store immediately after you sell back your textbooks. TSM.

Chardonnay for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. TSM.

The younger girls both loving and fearing you. TSM.

Impressing men one whiskey at a time. TSM.