_Hey everyone! It’s time for another guest blogger entry. This one is special because it comes from Chictopia’s newest intern, Juliana!
Juliana is a super sweet 18-year-old UC Berkeley student. You may have noticed her around the community – but perhaps you weren’t that familiar?
She writes about her experience transitioning her style from high school to college – something we’ve all had to go through. But hopefully now, not alone!
So please welcome Juliana into the family. And as always, expect more from the Coeds (Annabel & Linda) very shortly.
As an ex-high school senior, it’s no joke that going into college you’re flooded with clichés about new beginnings, time for change, blah, blah, blah. And while you’re trying to wrap your adolescent mind around your coming of age, your wardrobe is definitely going to take a hit. So here’s to taking one step up on the fashion ladder and transitioning from ping pong to beer pong.
First of all, it’s time to dump your high school tees. No one cares about powder puff football or drama club anymore. Also, that pink brass plum tote that every girl in your fourth period English class had should probably go, too. What’s cool in high school, is most likely way past passé in college. Out with the old and in with the new. We should probably remember that the people we’re going to school with are thirty, not thirteen.
Even though you came from a world where niches and social circles are so polarized that your wardrobe was identified by who you hung out with, (jocks wore basketball shorts, punks shopped at hot topic and the suburban gangsters wore tall tees, etc), college is now a clean slate. Starting higher education means no preconceived social circle. Therefore, you have to start identifying your own sense of style. Dress for yourself, try new looks, experiment…who cares, every other freshman is in the same situation.
The biggest transformation from high school to college is the maturation of style. There’s a general moving abandonment of typical teen trends, making room for the collegiate. I think they make the building floors marble on purpose—the resounding ‘clack’ is confirmation that heels are now legitimate. Pull out cardigans and pack up zipper hoodies; amidst the mass of students you should steer towards a more sophisticated, put together look. And it seems rare that anyone carries a backpack anymore.
Although college sweatshirts and sweats are abundant, you’re truly exposed you to a new generation, where business casual is tangible, dress to impress is literal, and wardrobes need expanding. School is much less institutional and much more occupational. I woke up the other morning and wanted to wear a pencil skirt and blazer because the real world factor that is part of college made it so alluring. You get to attend things like “office hours” and lecture. It makes me feel ridiculously official so I figure my outfit should reflect that. Frat and house parties give you more rationale to own dresses then the mere existence of prom; and appropriate occasions allow girls to get away with wearing lovely little things on Thursday nights, that otherwise would have little use.
Finally, new freedom means new authority. Or lack thereof. Wear those ripped black tights or tiny tastefully slinky dress next time you stomp up frat row. Because guess what? Mommy’s not doing laundry anymore, baby.