When making the decision of where to go to college, my twin sister and I agreed on one very important factor – there was no way our closets could be separated. As children of divorce, we knew firsthand the detrimental feelings that can accompany having to choose which parent to spend a day with – we were quite certain these were the feelings our clothes were probably having too. Going to school together just seemed to make the most sense. Shared clothes, shared car, and (unbeknownst to us) a shared identity. We set off for our private, liberal arts college of 1,300 students with no idea the things we would hear around campus.
1. “Wait, are you the one in my stats class?”
Excuse me, Sir, I am not an object and there’s no way you don’t know my name, considering I’m the only one answering questions in our 10 student discussion.
2. “Oh! You’re one of those twins aren’t you?”
Because yes, with 1,300 students, the twin population is a definite minority.
3. “Hey (twin’s name)!” “I’m (my name).”
We’ve had a class together every semester for three years and I’m still correcting you...
4. “Hello (twin’s name!)”
*Awkwardly waves back at a professor I’ve never seen before*
5. *Insert joke here about having a 50/50 chance, looking in the mirror, etc.*
The only reason I’m going to pretend to laugh at what you just said is because you’re a freshman and I don’t want to seem rude…but seriously dude.
Don’t get me wrong, going to school with my sister was definitely the right decision. As juniors now, most people on campus can tell us apart and see us as individuals with our own personalities, interests, and goals. There’s always going to be that one guy, though,"Woah. Are you like, half of the same person?"
If it means only paying half tuition, I’m willing to say yes.
