Yesterday was my brother's first day of classes at NC State! I honestly can't believe he's old enough to be in college . . . its kinda scary. It doesn't feel like that long ago when he got in my car and we drove to his first day at Lee County High School together. From the outside looking in, everyone thinks we're the sweetest, most well-behaved siblings ever . . . unless you actually know us. Since birth we've argued. Mom always says from the day they brought Seth home in a stocking I was begging them to send him back! Everyone said, "as you get older you two won't fight as much." Yeah right! It didn't change much when we went to high school either. We fought every single morning in the car. I was usually running late, he insists on being 30 minutes early wherever he goes, we argued about what music we listened to, what route I would take to school, how fast I was going, what he was wearing, and whether he sat shotgun or in the back between my other passengers (and practically little sisters) Molly and Halie. Halie was pretty much just like me so he wasn't too fond of riding beside her. HA. By the end of Seth's freshman year I was an expert at keeping my eyes on the road and nailing him with a nice, fat punch on the shoulder. He would usually act like he was going to punch me but never did, I guess because I'm a girl. We would both slam doors and the trunk.
Multiple times we rode to school in silence because we would turn the radio off just so the other one wouldn't get to listen to what he/she wanted. We were pretty mean to each other, but we knew we loved each other at least a tiny bit. We were obviously model siblings. When I left for college things progressively got better. This past year was probably the year we got along the most. And after his TCTW trip we're closer than we've ever been. Not that we text all the time or call each other because we don't really . . . but we do communicate regularly via texts/tweets, talk about the ridiculous things Dad says, and share hilarious YouTube videos. It's a work in progress. Plus, he still knows how to push my buttons. Him and Dad are constantly picking on me, calling me the "lib at Carolina" or talking about how I could snow ski barefoot because my feet are so big. Mom said we'd act like we loved each other one day, and she was right. (Side Note: Mom's usually right about the things she tells me but I never believe her). Now that we're both at college everyone says, "must be weird that you're at Carolina and your brother's at State" . . . eh, no. Not really. Our whole family has been Tar Heel fans since birth and I don't see Seth changing that too soon; Dad would probably disown him. Not that he won't cheer for the Pack, because he will . . . just not when they're playing the Tar Heel boys. Dad always says, "there's nothing divided about our house," and its true. Just because Seth will be in red this year doesn't mean much. Just one more person I get to trash talk to when State loses another basketball game. Plus, it would take a whole lot more than going to a different school just to divide us. I mean, who else could I use as a punching bag? or who will pick on me so my head won't get too big? Plus we look alike, so I can't get rid of him that easily.
Yesterday was my brother's first day of classes at NC State! I honestly can't believe he's old enough to be in college . . . its kinda scary. It doesn't feel like that long ago when he got in my car and we drove to his first day at Lee County High School together. From the outside looking in, everyone thinks we're the sweetest, most well-behaved siblings ever . . . unless you actually know us. Since birth we've argued. Mom always says from the day they brought Seth home in a stocking I was begging them to send him back! Everyone said, "as you get older you two won't fight as much." Yeah right! It didn't change much when we went to high school either. We fought every single morning in the car. I was usually running late, he insists on being 30 minutes early wherever he goes, we argued about what music we listened to, what route I would take to school, how fast I was going, what he was wearing, and whether he sat shotgun or in the back between my other passengers (and practically little sisters) Molly and Halie. Halie was pretty much just like me so he wasn't too fond of riding beside her. HA. By the end of Seth's freshman year I was an expert at keeping my eyes on the road and nailing him with a nice, fat punch on the shoulder. He would usually act like he was going to punch me but never did, I guess because I'm a girl. We would both slam doors and the trunk.
Multiple times we rode to school in silence because we would turn the radio off just so the other one wouldn't get to listen to what he/she wanted. We were pretty mean to each other, but we knew we loved each other at least a tiny bit. We were obviously model siblings. When I left for college things progressively got better. This past year was probably the year we got along the most. And after his TCTW trip we're closer than we've ever been. Not that we text all the time or call each other because we don't really . . . but we do communicate regularly via texts/tweets, talk about the ridiculous things Dad says, and share hilarious YouTube videos. It's a work in progress. Plus, he still knows how to push my buttons. Him and Dad are constantly picking on me, calling me the "lib at Carolina" or talking about how I could snow ski barefoot because my feet are so big. Mom said we'd act like we loved each other one day, and she was right. (Side Note: Mom's usually right about the things she tells me but I never believe her). Now that we're both at college everyone says, "must be weird that you're at Carolina and your brother's at State" . . . eh, no. Not really. Our whole family has been Tar Heel fans since birth and I don't see Seth changing that too soon; Dad would probably disown him. Not that he won't cheer for the Pack, because he will . . . just not when they're playing the Tar Heel boys. Dad always says, "there's nothing divided about our house," and its true. Just because Seth will be in red this year doesn't mean much. Just one more person I get to trash talk to when State loses another basketball game. Plus, it would take a whole lot more than going to a different school just to divide us. I mean, who else could I use as a punching bag? or who will pick on me so my head won't get too big? Plus we look alike, so I can't get rid of him that easily.
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