The format is a different now as well. We are all missing a few days/outfits because classes, work, and life has us stressed and changing into pajamas as soon as we get home is becoming more and more necessary, but nonetheless enjoy and go birds.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
This Week's Laundry: Go Birds!
The Eagles (as of exactly a week ago) won the super bowl!!! Sooooo for our outfits this week we attempted to wear as much green and Eagles related clothing (dilly dilly) as we could.
The format is a different now as well. We are all missing a few days/outfits because classes, work, and life has us stressed and changing into pajamas as soon as we get home is becoming more and more necessary, but nonetheless enjoy and go birds.
The format is a different now as well. We are all missing a few days/outfits because classes, work, and life has us stressed and changing into pajamas as soon as we get home is becoming more and more necessary, but nonetheless enjoy and go birds.
Monday, February 5, 2018
This Week's Laundry: Struggling
This week we missed Catie because schedules suck, but she will be back next week even if I have to stay up till midnight to get a picture. The struggle this week was also very, very real I had more deadlines than I can count and I am honestly very surprised I survived. Also, to top it off my camera battery was dead from monday onwards, but shall be back working next week! Like I said, this week was a S T R U G G L E. Anyways, here's what we wore!
Me: My style influence for the week was waking up late-every outfit was picked out with literally seconds to spare, and there was absolutely no time for makeup.
Lauren: Her style influence was: "Just trying not to repeat outfits." A true challenge.
Me: My style influence for the week was waking up late-every outfit was picked out with literally seconds to spare, and there was absolutely no time for makeup.
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Friday, January 26, 2018
This Week's Laundry: 1st Real Week of Classes
Starting a weekly trend of posting what my roommates, Cate and Lauren, and I wear each week to see how our style changes and progresses over the semester! Be prepared for lots of sweatpants and messy buns.
Me: I didn't do laundry until wednesday night and therefore had no clean pants so that was my style influence for the week.
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Catie: Style influence for the week was: "new clothes!!!" (she ditched me on thursday for work)
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Lauren: Style influence for the week was: "sweaters, sweaters, and more sweaters." (she ditched me too, for home on friday)
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Tuesday, January 2, 2018
"Speak Up Girl. Damn"
I was in the kitchen at work the other day, and I was putting together a to go order which needed extra taziki sauce (because let's be real you can never have too much). When I went over to the line to ask Chef Bill for extra, I was anxious as per usual whenever I have to talk to someone who is not my mom or best friend. When I asked, he didn't hear me so I repeated it two more times before he understood what I had asked for. Afterwards, he said to me, "just speak up girl, damn". I awkwardly laughed it off as you do and proceeded on with my day. However, his words, meaning much less than how I took them I'm sure, stayed repeating in my mind.
For the majority of my life I was given the role of the shy, quiet girl. I was content in that place from elementary school through high school. Never once really questioned or wondered why I was that way. I always had then mentality that unless spoken to, why speak? It wasn't until recently that I started questioning why I thought that way.
I realized that for me it probably developed because of little things people said that I internalized. My family, older sister especially, and some friends would mention to me that I talked too much, my sister's favorite phrase was 'shut up'. Now, that is not out of the ordinary for anyone, and I was being an annoying younger sister who wouldn't shut up. However, it is how I internalized what those people said that made me who I am.
I took those 'shut ups' and 'not right nows' and 'I don't cares' extremely personally. I told myself that no one wanted to hear what I said, and so it was better to just not say anything at all. As a child, not that big of a deal. But as I grew up and saw how easily people shared their opinions, stories, and comments on anything and everything I was surprised. I also realized that I was not participating in those conversations out of fear.
I was not used to openly sharing anything at all. To me if nobody asked, nobody cared. Which isn't true, and even if they don't care, who cares? My opinion is just as valid as anyone else's. I've felt this most recently in college, in class discussions I would never participate. In high school that didn't matter, teachers rarely graded on participation. But now all of my professors adore making 10-30% of my grade based on participation, and I struggled with that a lot.
In class I would have awful anxiety about raising my hand and stating what I thought. I would feel my heart pounding outside of my chest, and I knew not saying anything would make that feeling go away. So I wouldn't say anything. That lack of participation has led to many awkward meetings with professors about why I don't participate when I should. And I never know what to say to them.
So, recently I have tried to have the mentality that I should speak my mind and say how I feel. No matter if that is the unpopular opinion, or what everyone else is already thinking. I have a right to speak without being spoken to. Now, I don't think this is the awakening Bill intended me to have after telling me to speak up, but I'll be sure to thank him loud and clear next time I see him.
For the majority of my life I was given the role of the shy, quiet girl. I was content in that place from elementary school through high school. Never once really questioned or wondered why I was that way. I always had then mentality that unless spoken to, why speak? It wasn't until recently that I started questioning why I thought that way.
I realized that for me it probably developed because of little things people said that I internalized. My family, older sister especially, and some friends would mention to me that I talked too much, my sister's favorite phrase was 'shut up'. Now, that is not out of the ordinary for anyone, and I was being an annoying younger sister who wouldn't shut up. However, it is how I internalized what those people said that made me who I am.
I took those 'shut ups' and 'not right nows' and 'I don't cares' extremely personally. I told myself that no one wanted to hear what I said, and so it was better to just not say anything at all. As a child, not that big of a deal. But as I grew up and saw how easily people shared their opinions, stories, and comments on anything and everything I was surprised. I also realized that I was not participating in those conversations out of fear.
I was not used to openly sharing anything at all. To me if nobody asked, nobody cared. Which isn't true, and even if they don't care, who cares? My opinion is just as valid as anyone else's. I've felt this most recently in college, in class discussions I would never participate. In high school that didn't matter, teachers rarely graded on participation. But now all of my professors adore making 10-30% of my grade based on participation, and I struggled with that a lot.
In class I would have awful anxiety about raising my hand and stating what I thought. I would feel my heart pounding outside of my chest, and I knew not saying anything would make that feeling go away. So I wouldn't say anything. That lack of participation has led to many awkward meetings with professors about why I don't participate when I should. And I never know what to say to them.
So, recently I have tried to have the mentality that I should speak my mind and say how I feel. No matter if that is the unpopular opinion, or what everyone else is already thinking. I have a right to speak without being spoken to. Now, I don't think this is the awakening Bill intended me to have after telling me to speak up, but I'll be sure to thank him loud and clear next time I see him.
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