apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!
i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!
Oddly inspiring
I agree with all of this except the pajamas. That’s disrespectful to the lecturer who spent hours preparing and also has to present themselves accordingly. It is basic decorum to arrive showing that you are prepared, which by no means means you have to dress uncomfortably.
Perhaps I am odd in that way.
Some of my pajamas back then were arguably nicer than the clothes I had.
Where, where, are those silk monogrammed ridiculous pajamas I used to rock? They came from a fancy thrift store and they vanished in a move.
Fuck, I’ve got to buy another pair and a sweet smoking jacket and fez and slippers, to go with my pipe, you know.
Well, yes, I suppose if your pajamas are nicer than your clothes that is either an invitation to wear them as a mark of respect, or alternatively to buy a new wardrobe
To be honest, coming out of thirteen some years of Catholic School Uniforms, I 1) had no intention of ever wearing ‘clothes that signify respect and subservience’ ever again and 2) literally owned no clothes except ‘I wear these to garden in’ and ‘I wear these to church’ ensembles, neither of which were okay for going out among my peers.
Those pajamas were fabulous though. I only got to wear them a few times to class before my mother hauled me off to Target, Wet Seal, and the like to put me in people clothes.
I felt a little like Dobby.
Subservience and respect are not the same thing. It pains me that people think that.
It is about the exchange of ideas. If your friend invited you to their event would you wear pajamas? And let’s not split hairs about what sort of event. The point is, you would dress according to the event to honor your friend. This person on stage is giving you knowledge. Even if you don’t respect them, and they dress in a hoodie, the act of sharing wisdom is noble, and the effort of teaching and mentoring is sacred.
To me pajamas would be a breech of conduct.
I would wear slacks and a shirt, or a nice dress. No one can talk me out of that. But you’re entitled to your opinions and I am not judging you for having them. I’m simply stating my own discomfort with such an idea.
I will say that with a lot of private schools n subservience is an implied part of the uniform and some teachers will get on to you even if you’re in uniform. As a kid I had a teacher absolutely terrorize me because I always wore the boys uniform in the winter. It was the only way to wear pants when it was too cold for the dresses because the girl’s uniform didn’t have pants as an option. I can definitely see why she’d have that connotation.
I despise that schools teach that, or demand uniforms.
They literally said, ‘as soon as you walk on campus you have no civil rights’.
Fuck you Louisville High School
That is patently false.
They literally said, ‘as soon as you walk on campus you have no civil rights’.
It’s not only false but also potentially something they could get in trouble for saying. I feel like a school, even a private school, telling minors they have no civil rights might be considered some kind of child abuse.
Then again I am of the opinion that a lot of what goes on in schools should be considered abusive, but it keeps happening anyway.
As for clothing… Most of the time, I wear exactly what I wish, and it’s equal parts comfort and self expression. Because there are only two kinds of people whose opinion matters to me; family, and people who have power over my life. If you want me to care that you disapprove of sarcastic shirts, red jeans, and gothic makeup, pay my rent.
When I used to host public events, or do work at city hall, or now when I have to meet new doctors, I dress for glamour. That is, to make people perceive me how I wish. The right color, the right cut to a blouse, strategic jewelry, can dramatically enhance charisma. You can control how people respond to you by being mindful of your visual presentation.
That should be a factor in how you dress for classes, for work, for any situation where you want to succeed and where someone else’s opinion of you will effect that success, or where you want to influence someone in any particular way.
Use your clothes to make your professors, administrators, and classmates, see you in a more favorable light. It will make a difference.
I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with dressing to respect other people. I am biased in that regard because it’s essentially how I’ve lived for a long while.
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