My brother and I have always got along. True, we've had our differences; we're constantly competing with each other (although we openly insist that we aren't.... sibling rivalry is unavoidable); and our styles are completely different, but I love my brother to death.
My brother, Manav, is a senior in high school. As the older child I'd always thought that I would be the one teaching him things, but there is so much that my brother has taught me. He has taught me how to live in the moment-- to embrace friends and to take things lightly. He has taught me to laugh a little-- and that making a fool of oneself isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it can be quite therapeutic! He has taught me to study efficiently, and to not get caught up the small nuisances. For those reasons, and many others, I love my brother.
My brother and I have shared a lot growing up-- from a room, to a dog, and now-- Dartmouth.
As of last night, my brother is now a Dartmouth 2015. Congratulations, Baby Brother!
