Little boobs. Big heart. TSM.

Having more sorority t-shirts than college t-shirts. TSM.

Stealing t-shirts and WiFi passwords. TSM.

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.

Having more spirit for your sorority than you ever did for your high school. TSTC.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

I hope the earring I lost in his bed punctures him in his sleep. TSTC.