Did I Really Wear That?
By Catherine Cornaby
I have reflected on the past week. What with school Spirit thrust left, right, and such, I do believe I was quite caught up. But did I actually feel my school spirit, or did I focus on clothes? Judge for yourself.
I look into the mirror. My outfit clashes grotesquely at every angle. I may have gone too far. I am wearing several different styles, even going so far as to put a pointless Band-Aid on my leg. I think I must be tired, though I am almost refreshed knowing that I woke up this morning, hardly having to worry about how I would look. Again I gaze at my reflection, a blur of a bizarre rainbow.
I pull up my giant pants. They are so poufy. I lift the suspenders that will hold them up. Paired with my button up shirt, I remind myself of an old man, but I won't stop here. No, no, no.
My uncles once showed me the style of once upon a time. One of the fads then was to peg your jeans and show off your blinding white socks.
Catherine, I say to myself, this week is not a time to worry about looking good! Show your school spirit. Peg 'em! With that, I reach down and peg my poufy "Old Goat" pants, showing off my white tights. I finish my bottom half with shoes given to me by my grandma.
I grab my hair and lift it on both sides at a 90 degree angle. I secure the long ponytails with elastics. I top everything off with Einstein glasses. Oh yeah. I am ready.
I sit up in bed. Today is the day I've been waiting for. I've been planning my "do" for a while now. I know not how many girls have attempted this tremendous feat, but I feel confident that I will make myself known if I can pull off "The Beard Braid". I stare into the mirror. Time to begin. I march into my sister's room, strike a pose, and then shake her awake. She knows what to do. We work for half an hour or so, with no luck. I'm sure you cannot blame us. We weren't doing everything right. For starters, to get "The Beard Braid" perfect, you must think like a man. We later did achieve what some might call "The Close To Perfect Beard Braid," though I now know that growing a beard does not always turn out. My mother then drove to school where I became a celebrity of sorts, but only to those who truly appreciate the time and effort it takes to create "The Beard Braid".
Today I am admiring the costumes of others around me at the home of the mustang. Many are quite clever. I just met a jolly fellow who dressed as a missionary for his religion. I also keep seeing Mr. Lazy and Captain America seems a favorite. It was good to have a break this day. I hadn't the faintest idea what to wear, so I didn't dress up. I do enjoy watching others have fun.
Today is the last day I have to show my school spirit. That is actually the main purpose today. They call it Spirit Day. Ha ha, I do not own a school T-shirt, and blue, yellow and green are scarce in my closet. I have decided to wear blue with a mustang cut-out on my back. I think this is my favorite outfit.
Overall, I must say that though it was crazy, I quite enjoyed my week. Seeing everyone make sillies out of themselves can be amusing, but you, dear reader, must remember that the true goal this past week was to show the true Spirit of the Mustang! Thank you for your time. :)