There is a tradition in my family that we are the smallest family in the house and dangerously close to dying if we don't keep getting littles to keep the family going.
My big was a senior when I was pledging as a sophmore (deferred rush at my school) and was about to graduate without a little - something that would kill the family tree. One night while I was pledging, we were watching ER on tv and Dr. Greene made a joke about "the boys down under itching" (he had poison ivy on his genatalia). Allison and I thought this was hysterical and "Australia" became our inside joke. Later, when it came time for us to choose our bigs, I put Allison first on my list.
As for my little, I didn't meet her until my last semester senior year. We were having a COB party and I was talking to Allison (my big and little are both named Allison!) when she mentioned she would be studying abroad in France next year. Since I studied abroad in France last year, I talked to her for a long time about it. She ended up pledging and we ended up hanging out more. I will be going to France next year to visit her while she is there.
