After the holiday, the first day of class is usually not to be missed. Why? Everyone wants to impress with a brand new outfit. You have to look like something about you has changed after all those months, almost as if you were even in another country.
After the holiday, the first day of class is usually not to be missed. Why? Everyone wants to impress with a brand new outfit. You have to look like something about you has changed after all those months, almost as if you were even in another country. And this is when I start feeling like a man in the village going to attend to his potatoes in the garden.
Clothes of all kinds are displayed that day. Sadly for me, I came back with the same lousy clothes I had last semester. My clothes are visibly old so it came as no surprise when I got stares in class that suggested it was time to buy some new ones. But I wasn’t moved, I knew that this fashion show wouldn’t last.
Just three days into the semester, it was like a thief had robbed the entire campus. I was in class waiting for everyone to come and mesmerize me with their cool clad but alas, it was not to be.
This one dude, who not so long ago looked like he was fresh off a plane, strolled into class in what I could only assume used to be a brown shirt. There were traces of brown in it, that I’m sure, but I just couldn’t quite make out its current shade.
Having been washed probably over a thousand times, it was stretched beyond comprehension, which is funny considering he assured me it was once the perfect fit. Don’t even get me started on his pants.
And the retarded shoes just left me agape. Well, at least they looked retarded. Just days before I was convinced that this dude lived in a moccasin shop but old habits die hard. He wasn’t about to part ways with his shoes before he got his full money’s worth.
Then there’s the Wiz Khalifa wannabe with his huge shirts and skinny jeans. But they were faded to near oblivion.
After witnessing all these crimes against fashion, I played with the idea of missing class. But after watching Mr. Khalifa’s clone pull out very dark sunglasses, I prayed to God he was only putting them on the desk. My heart sunk when he wore them and slid back in his chair like he was chilling in his apartment. I officially signed out!
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