Dear Kimmie,

I know you’ve wanted me to write about you for quite some time now, so what better time than my last week at Washburn. To the rest of the world who might be thinking this is some cheesy article discussing how much I love my big and how perfect we are for each other, it isn’t. Because for anyone who knows Kimmie and me, we are far from typical.

Our story starts off on a random night back in December 2 years ago. Although Kimmie’s memory of this night is a bit hazy due to her love for margaritas, she had asked me (a total stranger at the time) to put her hair up in her signature “party pony” hairstyle. A couple hours later I spent the evening taking care of her broken finger in the bathroom of a house party and found out that she would be moving into a house the next year with me and some of my soccer teammates.

Fast forward to now. Since this night I have joined Delta Gamma which made me Kimmie’s sister, lived with her for a total of 11 months, become co-workers with her, and become her little. It is safe to say that Kimmie and I have had plenty of margarita dates and I have put her hair into a party pony at least 50 times.

Kimmie isn’t your typical sorority girl. In fact, she’s only my big because she adopted me out of pity after my big dropped Delta Gamma. But she is one of my best friends. She is one of the only people who will always tell me how it is.

If I’m wearing an outfit that looks terrible on me or talking to a boy that is no good for me, Kimmie has no problem stepping in. And by stepping in I mean throwing away an ugly shirt or telling a boy to leave our house in the middle of a party because he’s “no longer welcome here.”

At the time, I might get angry with her, but looking back I wouldn’t have it any other way. She can be a bit much but I know she will always have my back through the thick and thin.

Lil Kim, you might be the messiest person I know and your life might seem even more chaotic than my own, but you have been one of my biggest role models at Washburn. Thank you for inspiring me to always be myself, work hard to chase my dreams, and always have a little fun along the way.

Thank you for letting me rant to you about my life weekly and for being a shoulder to laugh or cry on (even though I know you don’t do tears). Finally, thank you for passing on your addictions of online shopping and pink Moscato to me. I don’t think I could do my last two years of college without you, so I am very thankful that Topeka is only a short drive away from Lawrence.

LITB,

Cass