What not to wear
Last day of interview weekend. Phew…it’s been a long week. I’m pretty exhausted with welcoming people. I feel that I’ve given the same schpeel 100 times over and over again while grinning like the Cheshire cat. I hope I didn’t scare the interviewees with my slightly deranged look. Don’t mind my over-enthusiasm, I’m just trying to sell my school. Cuz you know, we rock and all. But now my mouth kind of hurts. You know you’re not a real people-person when socializing wears you out. Anywho, good luck to all and we’ll be seeing a lot of you next year!
So at the end of the day, cramberry and I were getting ready to go home, because it is nap-time for us (you see what I mean when I say I’m 5 years old?) and I had changed into my Ugg boots as my feet were killing me (flats are deceivingly uncomfortable after 5 hours… and save me the lecture on Uggs. They’re for practical purposes here people, not fashion. I live in a snow belt area and these are seriously the most comfortable pairs of shoes you’ll ever own especially in 10 feet of snow!). So we’re on our way out, but we saw one of our classmates from undergrad. Being friendly and nice, we stopped to talk with her for awhile. Anyway, there were some parents of an interviewee sitting close to us there, and this one lady kept staring at me and my boots. Like literally, she did the whole once-over and had this disgusted look on her face like she smelled rotting fish. Whoa it was bad. She then proceeded to turn to her husband and whispered something to him, making him stare at me while they muttered who knows what unflattering things. Gosh, I didn’t know my outfit was so offensive. Yeah, okay I was wearing a work-type skirt with Uggs, but that’s not what I had on throughout the day people! I had cute flats! But, yeesh, my feet wuz hurting bad. Cut me some slack. You can’t be a slave to fashion 24/7. Being a fashion-plate is hard work man. At least I was in black and white…not like this poor girl who sort of resembles a watermelon.
So at the end of the day, cramberry and I were getting ready to go home, because it is nap-time for us (you see what I mean when I say I’m 5 years old?) and I had changed into my Ugg boots as my feet were killing me (flats are deceivingly uncomfortable after 5 hours… and save me the lecture on Uggs. They’re for practical purposes here people, not fashion. I live in a snow belt area and these are seriously the most comfortable pairs of shoes you’ll ever own especially in 10 feet of snow!). So we’re on our way out, but we saw one of our classmates from undergrad. Being friendly and nice, we stopped to talk with her for awhile. Anyway, there were some parents of an interviewee sitting close to us there, and this one lady kept staring at me and my boots. Like literally, she did the whole once-over and had this disgusted look on her face like she smelled rotting fish. Whoa it was bad. She then proceeded to turn to her husband and whispered something to him, making him stare at me while they muttered who knows what unflattering things. Gosh, I didn’t know my outfit was so offensive. Yeah, okay I was wearing a work-type skirt with Uggs, but that’s not what I had on throughout the day people! I had cute flats! But, yeesh, my feet wuz hurting bad. Cut me some slack. You can’t be a slave to fashion 24/7. Being a fashion-plate is hard work man. At least I was in black and white…not like this poor girl who sort of resembles a watermelon.
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