As the youngest in a family of four children I often wonder what it would be like if I could change the order of how we were born. Unfortunately technology isn't there yet, and there's no app for that. So instead I've learned to deal with the teasing and appreciate the over-protective big brothers. And even though I complain about it constantly,most of the time I love being the youngest. (Although I could do without constantly being called "the baby." I'm 19. It's time to let that one go.)

The Pros of Being the Youngest

• My siblings are my biggest fans. A few months ago we had a Zeta family brunch at school which neither of my parents could attend due to conflicting work schedules. So my two big brothers drove four hours to eat waffles and omelets in a room with 140 of my sisters, bought salmon-colored shorts and Sperrys to “fit in” in Maryland and posed for pictures with giant ZTA letters. I couldn’t have been more proud.

• I never have to stress about buying presents. I was always able to sit back and watch my brothers and sister buy presents for our parents while signing my name on the card because I was “too little to go out on my own” or “too young to have that kind of money.” I am now 19 and apparently I’m capable of “buying my own gifts,” but I beg to differ. I’m milking this as long as possible.

• I technically have two closets. I have an older sister, which means I have a second closet full of nicer, more expensive clothes. I didn’t always (ever) ask if I could borrow clothes, but I became an expert at putting them back before she even noticed. You can’t blame me; she had much better style than I ever did. And if she’s reading this ... hi Steph, I have your gray sweater.

• Money. Money. Money. After both my parents refuse to give me extra cash, I have three more chances to convince each brother and sister that I NEED those new shoes or Chipotle for lunch. If I look desperate enough, it usually works.

• I have my own bodyguards. I have my own set of overprotective (very big) brothers and a (tiny, but strong) sister who would do anything to make sure I’m happy and safe. They are willing to scare off anyone they don’t like and don’t even want to attempt to like. I had to introduce my boyfriend three years in advance as a friend so they had time to get used to him. See my point?

The Cons of Being the Youngest

• I never won an argument. I was the youngest, so I was wrong. No explanation needed.

• I am forever too young. By the time all three older siblings had reached legal drinking age, I still had six more years. Which meant they could all go out together for birthdays and celebrations, and I was stuck home. But at this point I have two years, and if I made it this long, I can wait a little longer.

• All jokes were always on me. Of course I was the easiest to pick on, that was a given. So I would cry and cry until they all got in trouble and had to apologize. I still get teased, the only difference is now there are fewer tears … sometimes.

• If no one else wanted to do it, I had to. Emptying the dishwasher. Folding clothes. Food shopping with mom. Helping dad clean the pool. Setting the table. Feeding the pets. And take it from me, they rarely wanted to do any of that.

• Last one left. Because there’s a significant age difference between us all, soon I’ll be the last one living home. I’m so used to having a loud house full of people, and eventually it’ll just be me and my mom and dad. And although there's nothing wrong with that, it just won't be the same as having three live-in best friends around all the time.