Before you embark on this piece of hard-hitting literature, let me explain. This semester, I have fallen off the fashion bandwagon. I have fallen off so hard that it has become one of those situations where the bandwagon ran me over, then reversed just to run me over again.
Yes, I am aware that was a beautiful metaphor (what can I say; I took AP Lit in high school). I decided to write this article to see if how I look for class really makes a difference. So here I am, trading in my lulus and baseball hat for something a little more “presentable.” Needless to say, this should be an interesting week. Prayers are appreciated.
Day 1: a whole new world…kind of
After waking up ready to seize the day (or at least, seize my coffee), I zipped up my heeled booties and walked out of my dorm with a new sense of confidence. Perhaps this was because with these shoes I am a full two inches taller than anyone at SMU, so I was literally looking down on everyone I passed. What a time to be alive. I don’t know what I was expecting today (a marriage proposal? A key to the city for my efforts?) but nothing truly out of the ordinary happened apart from when I fell up the stairs on the way to Spanish class due to the fact I was wearing real shoes and not sneakers.
Day 2: this is big
Big, as in a big waste of outfits. It was almost half way into the week and all my "research" was turning out to be for nothing. I kept telling myself I was writing this for a reason, that reason being that my recent outfits were less "I'm organized and have my life in order" and more "I probably slept in these leggings." As I was sitting in Starbucks thinking about how I really have it together, I heard a voice. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah..." I turned around, not sure what to expect.
"Will you watch my laptop while I pee?"
Sure dude.
Just another successful day.
Day 3: this is not fun
Today, dressing up was a little harder. And by a little harder, I mean it took the force of a thousand suns to get myself into real clothes today. I walked to class and sat down in the same spot I sit in every single day. “Have you always been in this class?” asked the boy next to me.
“Umm yes…I sit here every day,” I responded.
“Oh, sorry, I just didn’t recognize you without a hat on.”
That, my friends, is a moment in which a girl really starts to reevaluate her life choices. *Cue simultaneous disposal of every baseball hat I own*
Day 4: so “dressing up” is a loose term
When you wear workout clothes to class every day, the term “dressing up” can mean something as simple as wearing real pants. So, this is exactly what I did. You know that feeling when you look your absolute worst and you happen to run into everyone you’ve ever met? Yeah, well today was the exact opposite of that. As I was walking to class, the campus was so dead I found myself wondering if it was Flag Day or some other holiday. I think it's safe to say I was the most dressed up person around because I was the only person around.
Day 5: what my Tuesday/Thursday people don’t know won’t hurt them
By the end of the week, I was officially back in my leggings and reconsidering the title of this article. "I dressed up for class for a week and absolutely nothing happened," "How to guarantee yourself less sleep in five days or less," and "A beginners guide to wasting time getting ready" were the top contenders. So ladies (and gents, if you're into lulu) keep rolling into class pretending you just came from the gym when you really came from your super comfy XL twin.