There are two types of people in college, people who dress up for class and those who don’t. I have always been the latter, I usually wear some combination of Lululemon, Brandy Melville, Arizona clothing or my letters and always either Converse or Rainbows for shoes. I rarely wear make up to class and never do I ever do anything to my hair but brush it. Don’t get me wrong, I am not some slob. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and try to look somewhat like a normal functioning human. Some people may think I look this way because I don’t care about my appearance, but there are several other reasons behind it.
One reason being because I honestly don’t know how to dress myself. I attended private school my entire life until coming to U of A. On top of that, I went to an all-girls high school where I threw my uniform on and put my hair in a ponytail 15 minutes before I had to be at school. I am lost without a uniform to wear daily and have made lulus and letters my own personal uniform.
Another reason I like to look slightly homeless every day is out of comfort. Why wear a tight dress that you have to wear a strapless bra with when you can wear a t-shirt and shorts? I never understood why people love dressing up for class. I have four classes Tuesdays and Thursdays aka I sit in a classroom for six hours. Sitting down for that long is already uncomfortable, I don’t want to be wearing annoying clothes on top of it.
The biggest reason why I don’t look nice for class is sleep. Thirty minutes more of sleep is worth more to me than having my make up done, hair curled and a cute outfit on. People like to say they dress up because you never know who you are going to meet. Personally, I like to live by the quote, “If you can’t handle me at my worst then you don’t deserve me at my best.” If someone is not going to talk to me, befriend me, or whatever because of what I am wearing or my lack of makeup, then so be it. Comfort over style will always be my choice.
So when you wake up tomorrow you have two options; get up and spend time stabbing your eye with mascara and searching your closet for what to wear or snooze your alarm and grab the first thing in your drawer and put it on.
