Monday, May 16, 2011


Everybody has that friend who tells it like it is. This is the friend that tells you when you look kind of bad, that asks you who you are kidding, he doesn't really love you; this is the friend that says hey it's about time you returned my eleven jackets that you have. This is the friend that says things that you don't always want to hear, but she ultimately pushes you to be the best you that you can be.

This friend is Carly. Well, best friend actually, but it wasn't always like that. I remember the first night the group of us all arrived in Madrid, and, having plans to go out together, we were supposed to meet at the metro station at 11pm on the dot. No one had working cell phones yet, so up to that point we were all communicating via Facebook only. Whether or not we would all actually meet up with each other in the middle of Madrid on this first night depended solely on whether or not people would actually be on time.

I, of course, was late, and made the group I was with late as well. It wasn't my fault exactly, but I guess that doesn't matter now. I remember glancing at my watch and realizing it was at least forty minutes past eleven. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nicole and Alyssa and Breezy, all smiling their politely annoyed smiles, but Carly is the one who specifically made an impression on me: "Dude, you're like, at least a half hour late! We have been waiting here forever, we almost left without you guys. Soooo annoying Nads, come on!"

Things took a turn for the better though. Carly and I had a morning class together, and got in the habit of getting coffee after class at the nearby Starbucks. I just love thinking about all those times we sat by the windows, freezing as we warmed our hands on the hot coffee in front of us. She always made fun of me for my pre-packed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and we just sat there in Madrid by the window laughing and chatting and reading.

And slowly but surely, I became credible. When I would go over to the girls' house, I would be at least ten minutes early, sometimes even more. I would meet her exactly where I said I would meet her, at exactly the place we had discussed. And slowly but surely, Carly and I became great friends. We discovered that we actually had some similarities, but also laughed our differences. We talked about future plans, travel plans, life plans, and it eventually dawned on me that Carly is someone who I have a lot of respect for.

Today, Carly complements me. She is one-hundred percent, by definition, intrinsically, inevitably, invariably, Type A. She is organized, clean, and always a few minutes early; she leads a regimented life and likes it like that. She is competitive and intelligent, which is the perfect combination for that stellar GPA. Sometimes I come home and my bed has been made, clothes on the floor have been folded neatly in a pile, and my books have been stacked...she says messes stress her out and I'm not complaining.

The best part about Carly is that she knows I am basically her opposite and she still loves me for it. I am pretty careless and sometimes carefree; I stress about things that are unimportant and have no sense of urgency. I will spend hours doing nothing and just watch Carly slowly grow more agitated, and then when I panic and scramble to get things done at the last minute, I can just hear Carly in my head, clicking her tongue in annoyance. I like Type A people though, because they have what I do not have, and Carly's and my differences are essentially the reason why we are such a functional pair.

At the end of the day there is no denying that Carly is a person who I look up to and admire. There are things so deeply instilled in Carly that I wish I could say I had; she has such a clear idea of what is right and wrong and absolutely cannot stand to see anybody she cares about be treated unfairly. She knows herself and her values better than anyone I've ever met, and if any situation arises where a friend is taken advantage of, you can be sure Carly is there, reprimanding the person who did the hurting.

This is because Carly is a do good-er. She wants the best for people she loves, and for people she doesn't love, well, that's karma. I admire her boldness and candor, and am so thankful to have that little bundle of fire in my life, because being around her reminds me why she is my best friend: Carly pushes me to be a better me.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


With graduation looming around the corner, I figured now was finally the right time to recognize someone who has been very important to me throughout these college years-my big, Lindsay.

I know that when people hear "big sis, little sis" they often dismiss the relationship as some superficial buddying up system that sororities incorporate so that new girls can feel comfortable and older girls can be responsible and provide guidance. With Lindsay and I, it has been so, so much more than that. Lindsay is not just a shoulder to cry on and the perfect person to Bernie with, but truly an amazing person and a best friend.

Champagne brunch freshman year is where it all happened. I don't remember too much about that day, but the good stuff I do remember, and unofficially becoming Lindsay's little was huge. Champagne bottle in each hand (thank you, Likens) I stumbled up to her and confessed my love for her, only to have the exact same thing said back to me, as she revealed the secret that Andre was our family drink. I knew this meant more celebration was on the way, and a few hours later, I was officially being escorted out of the building (thank you, Enz). Lindsay screamed, "that is SO my little!" and the perfect match was made.

Since then, Lindsay and I have only grown closer. She's one of those people that is everyones best friend, but has somehow always made time for her two littles. Everybody loves Lindsay and knows how lucky they are to have her smiling face around all the time, or even better, to get some dance floor time with her at the Comber. She has such a positive outlook on  life and her attitude is infectious, not to mention she is constantly keeping people laughing at her....dare I say it...clumsy tendencies. (It's ok Linds, like big, like little). She is quirky and fun, and has come to embrace who she is in a way that only attracts people to her. If I could be half the big to my little that Lindsay was to me, I would feel very very happy.

Linds, the best feeling in the world is when people ask me who my big is and then I say "Lindsay Reuben!" and then they say, oh yeah that makes sense, everybody loves Lindsay. It reminds me how lucky Megs and I are to have had you as such a great friend and support system throughout these years. You have given me some of the best advice anyone could ask for, brought me cookie dough on some of my rainiest days, kept our sorority family together, and of course, shaped me into the person I am today. I have no idea how to thank you for all of these things, but I hope this blog post sheds just a little bit of light on how much I am going to miss you, how much we are all going to miss you...and I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say I really could not have asked for a better big.