Two short years ago I graduated high school with anticipated excitement. Would it seem possible that I’m sad to say I don’t have to deal with pointless drama that was a part of everyday high school life ; and that I miss dealing with stupid, ignorant sophomores who thrived on clog ging up the hallways between classes making it impossible to get to your next class on time . Oh, and the fact that the hallways were jammed up was no big deal considering classes were spread out over what seemed like mile-wide compound! That's right, compound. The high school was so large it could have passed for a small college. . Oh and the rules about no cell phones in school, now there is a rule I will surely miss. The teachers and their sense of entitlement were on the hunt for the naughty student who had their phone out during bell time or lunch. Now those students should surely be punished for their terrible manners and poor behavior. But those high school students who wore their mini skirts, hot shorts or belly shirts, now they should be commended for their impeccable style. Oh , oh, oh..... North Penn , or North Penitentiary I should say, how I miss you and all of the day-to-day drama of the school-filled days .
Oh w ait! I don’t have to miss the kids who dressed sleazy in high school because I have the pleasure of see ing them everywhere . It's great. I get to see them when I’m in town with my grand-mom eating lunch . Or when I am shopping with my friends. The best time of all is when I am walking campus on a Thursday, Friday or Saturday night. My only real question is where do these girls get their sense of style. And holy smokes, how do they stay warm? I’m happy to say that this years freshman know how to dress with class and style. Those short skirts that barely cover your badonk-a-donk and those flamboyant ten-inch heels that girls wear . You know the ones that you can barely walk in , well they are just to die for! I seriously need to get myself a pair. Maybe guys will start to notice me more if I start to wear shirts that barely cover my ta-tas. Why not jump on the bandwagon and smoke a fat pound, make out with three different guys in one night, and if I’m lucky I’ll get laid. Hopefully I won’t get raped but I can’t be certain because the dress I usually wear to go to a party is easy access for any guy who is way too horny to control himself. Good thing I got my girls with me...oh wait they’re going to be too wasted to help if anything goes wrong. Oh well.
Truth is, I don't quite fit that mold. Not that there is anything wrong with that particular mold, but it just isn't for me. I may sound harsh, but in these three short semesters in college I sure have learned a lot. It is safe to say we all take different paths to get to the same place. Whether I wear stiletto shoes to class or wear my sneakers, we sit side by side learning the same material. For some, living on the edge is the way to go. For me, I’d prefer to keep my self-respect and dignity and hope that it will get me further in life. I don't believe that getting shit-faced and crazy, losing control of myself, sleeping with a random guy and risk getting an STD is going to benefit me in the long run. It may make me a bit more popular, but at what price? I don’t want my college years full of regrets and I would rather be labeled an “outcast” than subject myself to an unsafe lifestyle just to fit in.
I believe that many young women subconsciously choose to dress in a style that will get them the most attention. Trying to look nice is one thing, trying to dress for attention is another. There are risks associated with dressing in a sexy, barely there ensemble. Can a man get the wrong idea of a women based on how they are dressed, or is that just old school thinking? It is a challenge to find the right balance between enjoying college life and all it has to offer. Three semesters under my belt and I'm still trying to figure it all out.
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