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THANK YOU.

I’ve seen students show up to class in their pajamas.

Also I’ve had professors curse during lectures and discussion groups.

“Professionalism” is relative especially in a space like college.

Cuz my professors are paying me right?

professors do not give a fuck what you wear. and if they did, what bills they paying?

Well, technically, you’re paying them, so you’re their boss.

Sometimes certain classes will require “business attire” for presentations. But other than that, y'all I wore pajamas and sweats and booty shorts and tanks with my bra showing and basically whatever else I fancied on any given day day, depending on the weather and how much sleep I was running on. And I guarantee you I was not the only one. We all did it.

Some people wear heels and cute ass outfits every day, bc shit like that was literally not allowed in high school and they’re thrilled to be able to express themselves for once. And I’d sit right next to them in my pajama pants and an old tank top after I rolled out of bed having slept less than two hours. No one batted an eye about it.

Seriously. Whatever makes you happy and comfortable.

Also on an unrelated note, you literally never have to ask to use the restroom. Just get up and go. No one cares.

Listen guys, college is a strange place where just about anything goes. Like as long as you’re not hurting anyone and vaguely following whatever arbitrary rules your department comes up with (and you know, not breaking laws) then you’re probably fine.

I’ve seen people wear snuggles walking across campus, super dressed up in a full suit and tie, a dress in the snow, a sweatshirt and jeans in 85°, pjs in the middle of the afternoon, eclectic combinations only art kids can come up with, and kids wrapped in blankets. Literally the only thing you would get judged on MAYBE is wearing a shirt from your school’s bitterest rival, and even then it’s a maybe depending on the school.

There’s a girl i see around sometimes who skateboards to class in a pikachu onesie and a hijab and she’s honestly an icon

In my first year we had a 9am lecture and there was at least one occasion where a duvet came in. I assume that there was a person inside because it was vaguely person-shaped and moved about, but genuinely all you could see was the duvet. It sat down at one of the desk chairs, a pen and paper emerged followed by a hand, it took notes all class then it just…left. To this day I have no clue who that duvet was. And not a single person in that room questioned it for even a second. THAT is what university is like.

On a dare, but also because it helped anxiety, I carried a stuffed animal to all of my classes one day when I was 19. Nobody batted an eye.

At the absolute worst, you’ll become the Campus Cryptid - ours was a ginormous bearded bear of a person who always wore a tacti-kilt (even in -30) and longboarded around campus. Everyone who saw them was Blessed.

I have been a college instructor, and let me tell you, as long as you’re decent, I don’t gaf what you wear to my class. You do the work? You come to class? You pay attention? You don’t talk when I’m talking? You’re not an asshole to me and the other students? Come in an avocado costume for all I care. Actually, PLEASE come to class in an avocado costume. Your professors are bored and overworked and they’ll probably be so entertained they’ll ask to take a selfie with you.

Seriously, half my college classes I had a live rat chilling in my hoodie or bag.

Also, I literally graduated barefoot. Several professors and at least one dean congratulated me on my decision.

I had a professor make fun of me because I liked steampunk in undergrad, so to annoy her I once showed up in an entire steampunk cosplay. I had a saloon girl dress, acid green corset, a top hat, knee-high strappy leather boots, the whole shabang!!!! Nobody in that class batted an eye

I went to class once wearing a fringed cowboy shirt, knee high heeled boots and a floor length leopard print coat because my professor told me I had to wear something exciting for the last week of term, and all he did was tell me I looked like Waylon from Eurovision and called me Waylon all day. I’ve seen a guy wearing a formal blazer, white shirt and black tie, with denim booty shorts and heeled ankle boots and no one cared. It was like the fashion equivalent of a mullet

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(Source: tamwah)