If you have any friends in a sorority at all, you will know what time of year it is. It's Big/Little season. For weeks, sisters have been getting to know the new members of their sorority and partaking in the common routine of "little hunting." Here, we will find the sorority woman inviting every New Member to Starbuck's dates and knee deep in Instagram stalking while trying not to double tap on a photo of said new member during her senior prom six months ago. But if you're in a sorority you probably know that not every girl can have a little. And if you're like me, you're still grieving over not being able to have a little (Especially because you had already bought stuff for your future little and planned out every bonding moment to ever happen in your big/little relationship, but okay).
But for those of you unfamiliar with the heartbreak and seven stages of grief, it goes something like this.
It's finally the day, your matching committee is making the matches. One by one, you watch your sisters being told who their little is and they're like:
As time passes, you sit and stare at your e-mail waiting to receive the name of your little.
Suddenly you realize, you were not one of the chosen ones.
But everyone is in your sisterhood page on Facebook talking about their littles and you're just like:
And then you realize some sisters got twins, and you're all like:
And you start to think about all the fun things you were going to do with your little
But now you're just like:
