To my big,
For one of the few times in my life, I’m caught at a loss for words. How do I write in 500 words or less the impact you’ve had on me in our too-short time together? This is not to say that this is a goodbye or end of any sort; I know if ever the day comes when I give up my fun and settle down (LOL), I’ll see you in a sequined black bridesmaid/cocktail dress at my wedding, tossing back tequila shots before the reception. But instead of focusing on the future, I want to focus on who you are to me right now and everything you have instilled in me up to this point.
To be completely honest, my nerves were on end during my first few weeks in Theta. I didn’t know how to assimilate with all of these cool, stylish adult female-alphas. Then along came you, big. It was almost like dating. We texted about favorite artists, festivals, frats and, of course, food. Before big reveal, I was so uncertain if you had chosen me as your number one –– you were (are) way out of my league as a far as coolness. Ever since I lifted up that gift-wrapped box to see you awkwardly crouching underneath, I have been profoundly grateful that the universe threw our two reckless selves together.
From hospital trips to festivals and spring break, our memories are countless and unbelievable. Whether it’s showing up to my dorm Wednesday mornings with a forgiving acai bowl, letting me pass out in your bed at 3:00 p.m. after a grueling organic chem exam or encouraging me to eat a fifteenth taquito because Cinco de Mayo, you have always been there for me in my weakest moments. I will never forget the beautiful, life-altering moment when you showed me the bakery clearance section at Ralph’s. That is something that will stay with me for a lifetime.
You were not only the big sister I never had, but also the strong female mentor so vital to my undergrad experience. You showed me the ropes of college, modeling an effortless confidence and conviction around, which I slowly began to mold myself. Prior to having you as a friend, I didn’t truly understand the meaning of Theta sisterhood. Knowing that I was never alone truly showed me what our sisterhood represents: love. To have someone so selflessly loving me and looking out for me with the ferocity of a mama bear was profound.
And then I got the chance to demonstrate everything you taught me about being the best big when I got my own little. I can say without hesitation that I will never measure up to the standard you set, because it is record height. I get so immensely proud every time I get to tell people “Yeah, that’s my big!”
Party bus?
Yeah, that’s my big.
Thetapalooza?
Yup, my big.
The girl in the pancake eating contest?
You guessed it.
I could go on much longer about the impact you’ve had on my life, but the extent of the effect is immeasurable. I’d politely ask you to be a fifth-year senior, but I know your trajectory is cosmic and your success is emanate. While I’m not sure what I’ll do for my next two years of undergrad, you can expect incessant calls and texts from me asking to hear about your cool new adulthood until I catch up. But until then, I want to reiterate advice we discussed our first night out together: you miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take, big. Go hard.
Love,
Your little sis
