Fast forward seven years to nowadays and I'm at the rec center for my 6:30 am cardio class. I'm groggy, my eyes are half closed, but as I wait for the step instructor, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I zoom in on my t-shirt. Wait...omg...it can't be...it is. There in pink and brown letters my t-shirt reads "Kappa Pledge Class 2002." Omg, no, seriously, has it really been that long? I have been out of college for three years?! Then I freeze, remembering the lady from the gym in high school. OMG, I am that lady, the "Tri Delt Crush Party 1994" lady! Soon the music is pumping and the tiny blonde cardio instructor is peppily stepping. I follow along, distracted by my has-been Kappa shirt the rest of the work out. As I head home, it hits me. I don't want to be that person who looks like they're living the past, embracing the glory days. (Note: while I LOVED college, I don't consider them my "glory days." I hope that I never consider any time in my life as such.) While I had stopped wearing the daily uniform of a Kappa t-shirt and jeans in college, I sighed, realizing its time to pack away the Kappa shirts for good. It is time to find a real-person, grown up version of the t-shirt.
That weekend, after sorting through my collection of date party, function, homecoming, and rush shirts, keeping, folding, and storing my favorites, while getting rid of the rest, I began my hunt for the perfect grown up version of the t-shirt. You know, the shirt you can wear on a lazy Saturday while running errands or the shirt you can wear if you're having a movie night with friends. The criteria for this t-shirt are harsh. It has to be somewhat fitted, but still loose enough to feel comfy. It has to thin, but not too thin, and without question, must have a v-neck. I thought my search would take a few months, but after just a week, I found a winner! So thanks to The Gap, I have now replaced my Kappa t-shirts with the perfect grown up t-shirt. But don't be confused, my OU spirit, old Kappa pictures and obsession with fleur-de-lis aren't going anywhere. I don't need to grow up that much :)
Out with the old shirt...
...and in with the new.