Jessie Borkan | College Is As College Does
December 6It's 10 p.m. on a Wednesday night. Do you know what your roommates are wearing? If you are in college, chances are it's a bizarre mix of stripes, spandex and old T−shirts so eccentric hipsters would pay $3.75 for them at the Salvation Army. When I walk into my house, I never know what I'll find. Sometimes I am greeted by a crowd of classy−looking adults in real pants, shirts that fit and maybe even eyeliner. More often, however, I discover potentially crazy people on the couch, buried under a pile of blankets that I later identify as a combination of oversized sweatshirts, camp T−shirts, thermal leggings, men's underwear, animal sweaters, headbands and furry socks. I am no exception — once I am in for the night (and sometimes when I'm not) I can usually be found wearing at least three different patterns and often no pants. I put on several of my dad's old flannels at once plus T−shirts that have never seen the light of day, patterned boxers, striped knee high socks and my footies, which I believe normal people refer to as mukluks.

