To My Future Little

To My Future Little

Think of this like a really good Tinder profile for a really good catfisher.

Dear sweet baby lil,

Everyone is already rolling their eyes at the general premise of this article and scrolling onwards to another Tasty video, so I might as well say anything I want.

I’ve read through so many other letters to littles here on the Odyssey and none of them fully captured what I wanted to say to you. By the time this goes live, you’ll be stuck with me and I with you, which means you picked me just as I picked you. So you must know that we aren’t the typical srat-until-we-die kind of people, and I’m not the creepy “I’ve been planning for you the damn second I got my very OWN BID CARD” kind of big (although there was a magnificent blue owl piggy bank on clearance at Marshall’s that I just obviously knew you would love).

But I just wanted to let you know a couple things before we meet. Think of it like a really good Tinder profile for a really good catfisher.

You’re stepping into some pretty big shoes. I don’t know if you know my (our, sorry) fam yet, but they’re kind of Head Bitches in Charge. I’m not saying you should have a job lined up after college yet or anything, but I would highly recommend it since standing next to these two without endless accolades is a little wimpy. I wish you had more time to get to know your great grandbig, Emmy, but she really doesn't even like the title grandbig, so sticking around for even longer is going to turn her hair grey. Your grandbig Lucy loves Dominoes and Lily Pulitzer and eventually you if you are genuine and kind. She’s a gem and, believe you me, a little too good for us. She is unbelievably compassionate and brilliant and I can’t wait for you beans to meet.

Please note in your Rule Book of Life that now that we're together, you’re always going to have a friend. Whether you’re having a good day, a bad week, or you just don’t want to sit alone at the DUC (which is a hefty honor, as you probably know how much I hate the DUC and it hates me), I’ll be there for you. I’ll be your hype man and human tissue, your biggest embarrassment and your strongest rock.

Now, I won’t be around for your first semester as a fully initiated member and I do apologize for that. I know first semester sophomore year was one of the most insane times in my life, made all the better by living in proximity to my own big. You no longer feel brand new and you don’t have to stress about recruitment or your own little; next fall might just be your favorite semester ever in Kappa. And I’ll be gone for all of it.

But know this: your family isn’t just me or our lineage. It’s all of your friends and mine, the ones who actively support and love us for being the heinous goons we are. They'll fill my void probably better than even I could. However, if you ever feel like you're missing me, know that I won't ever be too far... just a 12-hour flight, five time zones, and the entire Atlantic; really just a quick pop over away from you!

I promise you to be there for you when your day sucks and you need to scream, and I promise to force you to watch crappy 2000’s teen movies with me. I promise to tell you when you shouldn’t waste money on that outfit or time on that dimwit. I promise you shenanigans and endless laughter and your own Dominoes pizza because you really shouldn’t have matched with me if you can’t pull your own weight in terms of pizza eating.

I hope you're ready for this!!

With all the love I've got,

Your Big

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10 Things Someone Who Grew Up In A Private School Knows

The 10 things that every private school-goer knows all too well.


1. Uniforms

Plaid. The one thing that every private school-goer knows all too well. It was made into jumpers, skirts, shorts, scouts, hair ties, basically anything you could imagine, the school plaid was made into. You had many different options on what to wear on a normal day, but you always dreaded dress uniform day because of skirts and ballet flats. But it made waking up late for school a whole lot easier.

2. New people were a big deal

New people weren't a big thing. Maybe one or two a year to a grade, but after freshman year no one new really showed up, making the new kid a big deal.

3. You've been to school with most of your class since Kindergarten

Most of your graduating class has been together since Kindergarten, maybe even preschool, if your school has it. They've become part of your family, and you can honestly say you've grown up with your best friends.

4. You've had the same teachers over and over

Having the same teacher two or three years in a row isn't a real surprise. They know what you are capable of and push you to do your best.

5. Everyone knows everybody. Especially everyone's business.

Your graduating class doesn't exceed 150. You know everyone in your grade and most likely everyone in the high school. Because of this, gossip spreads like wildfire. So everyone knows what's going on 10 minutes after it happens.

6. Your hair color was a big deal

If it's not a natural hair color, then forget about it. No dyeing your hair hot pink or blue or you could expect a phone call to your parents saying you have to get rid of it ASAP.

7. Your school isn't like "Gossip Girl"

There is no eating off campus for lunch or casually using your cell phone in class. Teachers are more strict and you can't skip class or just walk right off of campus.

8. Sports are a big deal

Your school is the best of the best at most sports. The teams normally go to the state championships. The rest of the school that doesn't play sports attends the games to cheer on the teams.

9. Boys had to be clean-shaven, and hair had to be cut

If you came to school and your hair was not cut or your beard was not shaved, you were written up and made to go in the bathroom and shave or have the head of discipline cut your hair. Basically, if you know you're getting written up for hair, it's best just to check out and go get a hair cut.

10. Free dress days were like a fashion show

Wearing a school uniform every day can really drive you mad. That free dress day once a month is what you lived for. It was basically a fashion show for everyone, except for those upperclassmen who were over everything and just wore sweat pants.

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Coping With The Loss Of A Passion

It's hard to get it back once you lose it.


In college, time to focus on passions seems limited. The homework, essays, group projects, and exams are never-ending.

In high school, I took my free time for granted. I was dancing four hours four nights a week, but I wasn't constantly stressed. I had time to focus on my passion, which is dance.

In college, I am a part of an amazing dance club. But I don't get to compete, take technique classes, or be with the team I was with since I was 8 years old. Now, I receive videos of my team from home's amazing performances, and it aches a bit. I am so proud and happy for their growth but jealous that they have more years than I do. It is nearly impossible to find technique classes at college to take with no car, little free time, and barely any money. I miss my team, I miss my dance teachers and choreographers, and I miss competitions, but most of all, I miss the person I was when I had the opportunity to pursue my passion several hours a week.

My passion will always be there, and I do get to pursue dance on a smaller scale with some amazing dancers in college, but I am coping with the fact that I will never do another competition with my team again, I will never be able to dance with them again, and I will never be able to learn from my dance teachers again. It's a hard loss, one that I think about every day.

To anyone who still has the opportunities to pursue their passions to the fullest extent, you are lucky. Not everyone gets the chance to keep up with their sport, passion, or activity that they dedicated all of their time to in high school. Don't take a single second of it for granted, and remember why you are doing what you are doing. Take time to reflect on why you love it so much, how it makes you feel, and how you can express yourself during it. Whatever this passion or activity is, make every second count.

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