The Finer Things in Life

Beep Beep Beep. I wake up every mourning to the noise, let out a sigh, and rip myself out of bed. We make a lot of important choices in the first few moments of our day. I do not know about you, but this scares me because I am not in a good mood in the mourning. I am sure many people can attest to this. I do not like to get out of bed, and I do not like people who make me get out of bed. However, I do love fashion, and in the mourning is when many of us make the seemingly unimportant decisions of what to wear. "Dress for success." What does that mean? I take this proverb very seriously. Some call it vanity, but I call it playing the part. There is nothing wrong with caring about how you present yourself. As a student, I am thankful for our dress code. It has kept me from growing up in a t-shirt, hoodie, and jeans. I remember one Christmas very well, when my dad asked me what I wanted for Christmas I said 5 suits and a navy blue blazer. Even though I never got the suits I still think that dressing for success is a noble cause. Some guys my age want cars, girls, and gadgets. I prefer the finer things, the classic peacoat, the shirt with French cuffs, satin lined jackets, the things that are made to last as long as you will. Most mornings I mope into a pair of jeans and polo, but when my head is square on my shoulders I suit up in my power outfits and rise to conquer the day. It is strange the power that cloths can have on you. Any man will tell you that as soon as you put on a double breasted coat, you feel like you are ready to join the navy, make a million, and get the girl all in a days work. So I prefer the finer things in life, quality over convenience. The only obstacles are fiscal and dormitory.

A Rowdy Ride with Sweaty Smells

there are many unique experiences that come along with joining a high school sport. You learn what operating under a dictator is like (coach). You learn what it is like being part of a team. You feel the joys and pangs that come with winning and losing. There is one experience that stands apart in NCA athletics. This is the infamous bus-ride. Now, every soccer, basketball, and track member knows the joys of a two and a half hour bus ride. Boredom can strike at any moment. It is in times like these where things can get crazy. Girls screaming, men shouting, and the one guy in the back that is trying to sleep in the midst of a sound wave that could rival a Rolling Stones concert. In fact, sometimes it gets quite coral in the big yellow beast. Between bus chants and a mixture of rap and worship music, I don’t know how the driver can keep on the road let alone restrain from killing several of the players. After all, coach Murais came close a few times. In the midst of all this madness, there is something beautiful going on. The team is being formed. The bus is where friendships are made and cemented. It is a time of separation from schoolwork, parents, and the stresses of the coming game. It is you among friends.