Teaching yourself an entire class the night before finals. TSM.

Actually, I don’t use “Daddy’s credit card.” I use my own. Daddy just pays it off. TSM.

Waking up early and heading straight downstairs to swap stories from last night. TSM.

Talking about the recent graduates like they died, because you know a part of them did. TSM.

Topless beaches and bottomless mimosas. TSTC.

God grant me the serenity to accept the grades I cannot change, courage to raise the grades I can, and wisdom to know the difference. TSM.

Ending the semester with no dignity, but plenty of badass stories to make up for it. TSM.

Champagne taste, Burnett’s budget. TSM.