One semester a student mentioned one of her co-workers said to tell me hello. It was a student from a previous semester who I knew as soon as I heard her name. The student offered, "she said she was in your class the semester you got new jeans."
A little bit of me died.
I don't want to become that professor that wears the same jeans for years, that wears the same shirts or shoes either. I don't want to be that professor that routinely takes the elevator from the first floor to the second (and, worse, down from the second floor) because they're too tired. I know that doesn't have much to do with jeans, but I had to throw that out there to the universe.
Anyway, I knew exactly what semster she was talking about. I had one pair of Lucky jeans that I loved and wore to death, so much so that they ripped in lecture class during a reenactment of the Schlieffen Plan (....Germany mobilizes towards Russia...then BAM surprises France through Belgium). To replace them I got 2 pairs of jeans from the Gap. Neither of them were as wonderful as those Lucky jeans, but also they were cheaper.
I've hated them for the past 5 years. Or has it been 6? All together it looks like a war but really it's been a thousand small battles of putting them on, feeling not quite right, then wearing them anyway because there was nothing else.
OK, I exaggerate. I have 3 pairs of jeans. The third pair is from Target (did I just admit to that?) and fit awfully.
The are too big in the waist and baggy at the knees and I bought them for my Mom's 60th birthday which I'm realizing was years and years ago. Don't ask my why I haven't
A little bit of me died.
I don't want to become that professor that wears the same jeans for years, that wears the same shirts or shoes either. I don't want to be that professor that routinely takes the elevator from the first floor to the second (and, worse, down from the second floor) because they're too tired. I know that doesn't have much to do with jeans, but I had to throw that out there to the universe.
Anyway, I knew exactly what semster she was talking about. I had one pair of Lucky jeans that I loved and wore to death, so much so that they ripped in lecture class during a reenactment of the Schlieffen Plan (....Germany mobilizes towards Russia...then BAM surprises France through Belgium). To replace them I got 2 pairs of jeans from the Gap. Neither of them were as wonderful as those Lucky jeans, but also they were cheaper.
I've hated them for the past 5 years. Or has it been 6? All together it looks like a war but really it's been a thousand small battles of putting them on, feeling not quite right, then wearing them anyway because there was nothing else.
OK, I exaggerate. I have 3 pairs of jeans. The third pair is from Target (did I just admit to that?) and fit awfully.
The are too big in the waist and baggy at the knees and I bought them for my Mom's 60th birthday which I'm realizing was years and years ago. Don't ask my why I haven't
