Highschool Memories

Today while walking around the campus center I saw the school newspaper, The Weekly, out. Every week I read the newspaper...well more like skim it for things I find interesting and the calender in the back (Which I was disappointed to find that it was not in the paper this week). And in the middle of the paper was this article called Hipster Bingo and I was just laughing as I walked to my beginning acting class. Checking off every box in my mind that I had in common with the bingo sheet, though I am far from classifying myself as a hipster. But as I did this I thought about the difference between Highschool and College. I remember in highschool to "conform" to being unique and an individual you were emo/scene and that's still something raging in highschools today. And then you come to college and it seems to shift from emo/scene to hipster.

And this thought process made my think back on my middle school and highschool years and how I used to dress. In middle school I wore black all the time. Then right before highschool my friends went shopping with me and every time I picked up something black they'd take it from me and place it back on the shelf. So that is how I ended up with color in my wardrobe my freshmen year. During my freshmen year of highschool I wore my black with neon color, picked up skinny jeans, adopted converse, wore two to three belts none of them used to hold up my pants, wore gloves, had my arm covered with bracelets, and wore at least three necklaces every day with my chocker. I mixed up my shirts and would layer them, sometimes pulled out the knee high socks (with skirts/shorts), dyed my hair and teased it every morning, had the scarves and bandannas, and the thick eyeliner that went out in wings. To say the least I was sorta a fashion disaster some days. For a point of reference here is me in either my late sophmore year or junior year.

Hilarious isn't it? 

Though to be perfectly honest I haven't changed much style wise. True in the last two years I've toned it down a lot. I've dropped some things, like the gloves mainly. But when I think about it I still dress like that. True this year I've only had three times when I actually had time to care about my appearance and I didn't just roll out of my bed look at my cell phone and realize I have 10-15 minutes to get to class. But if you still go through my clothes I still mainly only wear skinny jeans (the only reason I have normal jeans is cause my mom made me buy them this summer). I own eight pairs of converse, I have all the black clothes still, some of them still from 9th or 8th grade. I still own all the jewelery that I use to wear and when I have the chance to put Kandi all up my arm I'm extremely happy. I dye my hair constantly and if I had the time I'd tease it up, and I still wear thick eyeliner. So I guess a lot hasn't changed. Probably because I adore the style. The thing is I didn't change the way I dressed to fit in with some sort of group or stereotype (trust me in my school all the other emo/scene/outcasts hated me) I dressed the way I did because I enjoyed it.