Reasons Why Being The Oldest Is The Best

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I have to admit there are definitely many reasons why being the youngest is the best. However, there are times in which I wish I was the oldest. I have my benefits here and there but, it is as if I have this shadow that is already made from my older sister. She’s four years older than me so she had been through it all. She keeps me updated on everything, she helps me because she’s been through it. I have been compared to my sister multiple times and it’s not the fact I don’t want to be compared it is just I want to be my own at times. She is very successful and has so much I want to be. Coming into high school all my teachers had known me threw her. The same old questions, “Is she your older sister?, How is she doing now?” Luckily for me she left a good start for me to pick up with. However, it wasn’t long till I notice the older I got I even started looking like her. As much as I liked that I had felt we lived in each others shadows. She was everything I had wanted to be. She left high school and I came in. Teachers had this intention of who I was or what I would be like. It did throw me off at times when I would ask a teacher how they know me and their first explanation is threw my sister. There are many things that will make me and my sister different. She is one thing while I am another. She has her dreams and I have mine. Freshmen year I had a …show more content…

It got frustrating not because she would call me that but because I didn’t want to leave high school with the same name as my sister. I get told all the time to

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