Dominic Baez – Editor in Chief. It has finally begun to rain. I doubt you have any idea just how ecstatic that makes me. For one, it means I get to use my new umbrella. (Hey, I spent good money on that thing.) For another, it means no more obscenely hot weather that confines me to the dark recesses of Renshaw Hall. Heat and I don’t see eye to eye. More importantly, it means that I can finally start dressing in layers.
Water-resistant peacoats, cashmere sweaters, knitted scarves: I buy it all. I spend a great deal of time in the morning picking out my outfit — something I shouldn’t admit — and I get compliments for it. This brings me to the crux of my opinion: I get it, you’re college students. Most of you have busy lives and things to do, but would it kill you to put on a damn pair of jeans?
I don’t care if it’s cold outside. That’s no excuse to look like you just rolled out of bed. I can’t tell you how irritating it is to me to see people wearing sweatshirts, grey sweatpants and baseball caps to class. I’m sorry, but did we interrupt your nap? Get your crap together.
If I could, I would gather every pair of sweats on campus, take them to the bonfire pit and watch them burn with a sick satisfaction and not an ounce of pity.
In the same amount of time it takes you to find your most likely dirty sweats, you can put on a T-shirt, some jeans and a jacket. I’m not saying you need to spend hours coordinating your wardrobe like I do, but it would be nice to know that you looked in a mirror before you went to class. Seriously, people, this isn’t DeVry Online. People have the horrible misfortune of actually having to see you in your “lovely” attire. I may not be the nicest person around, but I still don’t deserve to have to look at someone who resembles a reject clown from hell.
You should want to take pride in how you look. Some of you might say, “But I look good in my sweats!” Let me tell you something: You don’t. It’s like wearing white after Labor Day, mixing checkers and stripes or wearing crocs for any reason. No matter who you are, you still look like an idiot.
Remember, you may want recommendations for jobs from some of these professors, or you may want to use a fellow classmate as a contact or source of information. While this doesn’t go for everyone, personally, I remember what you wear. And that may just come back to bite you in your Linfield-embroidered,
sweatpants-covered ass.