It happened progressively. Sleep time needed to be maximized. Goodbye, matching socks. Showers were penciled in my planner to maximize presentability in class. Then we entered spring season. Presentability percentage was cut drastically in favor of food consumption and ability to get to practice.
Today I went to dinner actually looking like I'd jumped in the inlet after our row. We rowed in freezing rain, and then I went straight to dinner. Realizing this was probably a mistake, I ran into my room after eating, pulled off my sopping clothes, and put on two pairs of sweatpants, two shirts, and my sweatshirt. I am writing to you now as a marshmallow. But a warm marshmallow. I anticipate to melt soon, and it will be awesome.
I was also doing reading today in between classes only to look up and see my second class was going to start in three minutes. So I ran across campus in my slippers and beat the professor there. See? The exercise is obviously working.
I figure on What Not to Wear they always yell at people who dress like they're still in college. So I'm going to embrace the short period in my life where looking disheveled is an acceptable lifestyle choice. Then you can all sick Stacy and Clinton on me and I'll get $5,000 for new clothes. It's win-win.
The fact that I have to wear my spandex to Legislative Behavior every time also confuses my professor, who knows I'm on the team but still acts bewildered every day anyway. "Miss Paulson," he said. "I don't know if we've ever had a party leader who wears this much elastic."
