A Letter To My Little Brother As He Starts His Senior Year Of High School

A Letter To My Little Brother As He Starts His Senior Year Of High School

Love you always and I'm here to annoy you forever little brother.

Dear Little Brother,

You’ve always been the younger, annoying, and pain in the butt sibling I’ve always said I didn't ask for. But as we have gotten older and have gotten closer I’m not sure what I would have done without my little brother by my side.

You’re starting your senior year of high school and I have watched your grow from an awkward middle schooler with glasses and braces to the almost 6-foot tall basketball star that everyone loves. It’s strange now to see you going through the college process that I went through not so long ago. The college visits, deciding your major, deciding decision that will impact the rest of your life. I know mom and dad are getting on your nerves but remember they are just trying to help. They want to see their little boy grow up into whatever he wants to be. You’ve dealt with your fair share of hardships already and you’ve grown up because of them.

I know as a senior the thing you’re most excited for is that high school is about to be over, but remember that you are making memories along the way. Go to that last football game and support your friends. Enjoy your senior night even though you’re going to complain the entire time. (I know you don't argue with me.) Go to the dances and prom even though you hate trying on tuxes and planning for events is the last thing you want to think about. Try your best in classes even though it's hard.

Enjoy all the time you have left with your best friends who have become nonbiological little brothers to me over the years. Don’t laugh at them when they cry at graduation and let your girlfriend take as many pictures as she wants. These are the memories you don’t want to forget. Just remember in a few short months from now you guys are going to be all going your separate ways. Hours, maybe even states apart. I know they make you mad sometimes and hearing your complaining about silly high school drama always makes me laugh because I’ve been there and I know in a few years you’re going to be laughing at it too.

Basically, enjoy your last year being home. Enjoy your last year as a kid. Let mom and dad annoy you a little more than usual, you’re going to miss it when you’re gone. Let mom ask stupid questions on the college tours and spend time watching movies with dad, it’s the little things you’re not going to realize you are going to miss. I know you don’t see it now, and I won’t say these are going to be the best years of your life, but I will say they are going to be memorable.

I can’t wait to see you grow and see where the world takes you in the next couple of years. I know you aspire to be just like your fabulous older sister.

Love you always and I'm here to annoy you forever little brother.


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For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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