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I had one of those moments that make me love using public transport yesterday.

But to begin at the beginning, at twenty past seven in the morning I realised that I actually had to be out of the house at 7:55, not at 8:25 like some obscured imp in my brain had told me when I set my alarm the night before. Usually I think about what I’m going to wear while I’m in the shower, but yesterday morning was too rushed, and cold, to do anything except shiver and wash my hair. Therefore, my outfit was completely unplanned and very spur-of-the-moment. I went for long-sleeved black t-shirt, with half-sleeve purple cardi over it, dark denim a-line skirt and purple tights that pretty much matched the cardi. Decided I hated all my scarves, tried them all on anyway, and settled on the lo-o-ng orange fluffy one. My hair was only half dry and very weird, so I topped it all off with the pink hat that my Mum knitted for me last winter.

Side note: When I can’t be bothered shaving my legs, I wear really long skirts. If that fails, I dress like a person who has that kind of lifestyle, rather than sheer laziness. In my mind, bright colours + crazy hair + random clothing item = art student. I miss being at Inveresk… if my courseload wasn’t so heavy this semester, I’d be enrolling in some arty extra class… probably photography. The atmosphere at the academy of the arts is just so much more friendly, inviting, inspiring and creative than the Newnham campus! I simply love being out there, even if everyone goes “oh, you’re an education student?” like it’s some kind of potentially debilitating disease. (which, to judge by some of the first- and second-year students that do art subjects just to bludge, isn’t so far from the truth.) I take pride in the fact that both lecturers and students usually think I’m a BCA rather than a B.Ed, though.

Hmm… that side note kinda got away from me. So I was wearing this slightly eccentric outfit (really warm, by the way) and got through the day with no terrible mishaps, except my blueberry-bagel-and-hot-chocolate-breakfast fiasco. I was heading home again after my one class (did I mention I hate first week back?) and waiting behind an old couple who were trying to figure out the largest note they could buy their $3.60 fare with, when a lady behind me tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and she said “I just have to tell you, I love your outfit” I grinned, thanked her, and even gave her a condensed version of my art-student theory. Her next sentence was a bit more food for thought: “I would love to dress like you, but whenever I do my grandchildren complain too much!”

… right. Okay, she has grandkids, who are probably close to my age, and she wants my wardrobe. Oh well, I guess older people can be art students too, right?

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