Come bid day, the hunt for the perfect little is on. You haven’t seen your sisters this aggressive since the time six sororities had formal on the same night, and everyone was fighting over the same dates. You immediately start looking for the little of your dreams. You want a girl who’s fun without being standards sloppy, crazy without actually being insane, and already obsessed with your sorority. Basically, you’re looking for a miniature version of you.
After you find “the one,” you make sure everybody in your pledge class knows you have dibs. After all, no one wants their little to be a quota addition to an otherwise flawless family. You try to be stealth when you introduce her to the rest of the fam, but everyone knows the importance of this first meet-and-greet. You can finally exhale when everyone loves her just as much as you do.
The struggle’s not over yet. You wait with bated breath for the announcement of big/little pairs. Internally, you know it’s in the bag, but you still can’t remember the last time you were this nervous. It’s like waiting for a response to a date party invitation. You know the answer is yes, but you can’t help but hold your breath. So, despite your sky-high levels of confidence, you’re unnecessarily anxious until you receive confirmation that your dedication, obsession, and subtle stalking secured the little of your dreams.
Finally, she’s yours. You find out all her favorite things, and are happy to see she’ll fit in perfectly with your kind of crazy, but ultimately amazing family. You start crafting, and you realize your room will never be the same, because it caught glitter. You burn yourself with a hot glue gun, and you now have a scar that shows just how much devotion family takes. You pin until every board is full of liquor and love.
Big/Little week arrives, and your excitement can no longer be contained (not that it ever really was to begin with). You enlist sisters to help carry balloons, bottles of cheap tequila (after all, she is the salt to your margarita), and every t-shirt your sorority has ever made across campus. When your handpicked fraternity pledges arrive to help, you realize that at this point in pledging they will literally do anything for you. They’re so beaten down that when you ask them to read her a creepy love poem, they offer to strip, serenade, and sing as well. You can’t wait for your little to receive them, but you hope for her sake they haven’t already met. After all, no one wants to see a drunken DFMO in daylight in their dorm room.
The screams of excitement would shatter most eardrums on the night of reveal. Luckily, sorority girls are tough. Cameras flash, capturing your perfect moment together, and you’ve never seen someone so happy to see you in your entire life. You bring her over to your family to take at least eighty-seven pictures. You throw what you know, stack while the matriarch complains about how ancient she is, and teach her to sorority squat and skinny arm perfectly. After all, these are skills every sorority girl needs, and who better to teach her than her big?
After reveal ends, it confirms what you already knew. You chose the perfect girl to continue your family’s legacy. You now have a little to gossip with, brunch with, pregame with, and most of all, just hang out with for the next four years and forever. She’ll be there for you, and you’ll guide her through the pitfalls of college life. You’ll try not to judge her too hard when she goes rogue after falling for the wrong fraternity boy, and she’ll try her best to keep quiet when you do the same. You’ll make her mac and cheese when she’s just too drunk to do it herself. You’ll braid her hair when she’s getting a little too up close and personal with porcelain after a party, because you always want her to look her best. You’ll bring her cups of water and promise it’s not straight vodka to wash down her tequila shots. You’ll make sure she doesn’t get sent to standards by hiding her constant misbehavior. You’ll have the perfect playmate for parties, and the perfect little sister for the rest of your life.