Basically what I have to wear in Iowa: the state that forgot spring starts in April.
Sometimes I feel like a total poser on campuses. If I looked just 6 years older, I couldn't get away with what I do. Those sororities--I tell you what, they're thinkin' when they hire consultants straight outta college:
The newspaper stand chock full of USA Today and New York Times reads "Please reserve for students." But I run half a mile in the morning to nab a copy.
I used a sister's student ID to get into the workout facility and take ballin' Pilates/yoga/cardio classes all week. It's ok: I look down when they swipe it just in case. Whoops.
(I mean, they shoulda figured I wasn't from around here. I was the only one in an XL frat tee, Nike shorts, and a bump-ponytail. Y'all had your chance to figure I wasn't from Iowa.)
And I maybe-accidentally forget to speak up when I get student discounts.
An LC's gotta do what an LC's gotta do. We don't make a ton of dollhairs. I'm survivin'. Sorry I'm not sorry. :)