CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER: NORTHWESTERN EDITION
To remind us of the times before COVID, I have come up with three looks for fictional Northwestern students inspired by stories from the real ones. This piece came about after I discovered the user, @Moresque_, on Instagram. According to a September 2020 article in The Face, Moresque is “imagined by 22-year-old Morenike Ajayi, and this meme account curates outfits for the modern, post-lockdown woman with punchy, exposing captions to match.”
I hope wherever you are quarantined while reading this, a piece of campus tugs at your heart.
FALL: I PROMISE HIS PICTURES DON’T DO HIM JUSTICE…
She wasn’t sure if she was going to the Halloween party, but her FOMO caught up with her. The only reason she has not canceled her Amazon Prime subscription is because she knows it will always pull through for her procrastinating ass. A space cowgirl costume is not only the easiest option, but also makes her look cute considering the lack of effort. She is reunited with her two vices (mango White Claw and tequila), so it's guaranteed to be a fun night with her girls.
It’s the morning after. She’s leaving Sig Chi with her ruffled skirt, some tassel in her hair, sloppy makeup and an honorary sweatshirt as she does the walk of shame. She promised herself and her friends she wouldn’t hook up with this guy who has been trying to get her to go with him to formal for a while now. Five shots in, he suddenly didn’t look that bad, and his 3 inches away from 6 feet didn’t look too short. She’s had a rough week, OK?
As she does the walk of shame back to Lincoln she bumps into her RA, and he won’t doubt that she had a good night.
WINTER: I SWEAR IF ONE MORE THING GOES SOUTH…
Week 6 has her going crazy. Between midterms and assignments, weather that's causing her to slowly lose her tan from winter break, and having to use a weighted blanket as her snuggle buddy, she doesn’t know which is worse.
She’s walking out of Tech contemplating life after her orgo midterm went exactly as she anticipated: bad. She has a long walk back to her sorority, and it doesn’t help that there is a heap of black ice piled on the sidewalk. She is trying hard not to slip in her snow boots are very tight to walk in — as if their ugly appearance wasn't enough. When her mind isn't buzzing with thoughts, she can’t help but listen to the chatter of answers from her classmates — answers she knows very well she did not pick — filling the air. She has been trying to figure out whether medical school is worth crying over, and why she just can’t marry Chad the investment banker, have cute babies and a happy life. Realistically, she just wants to prove to herself, but mostly her parents, that she is not biting off more than she can chew. It’s no secret that imposter syndrome consumes almost everyone on campus.
She decides to call her friends to ease the walk back to south campus. The only thing getting her through the week is the brunch they have planned at Bar Takito. The catch-up session is long overdue. The $12 bottomless mimosas are especially helping drown her orgo sorrows when she sees her ex-fling from Tinder walk in with his new girl. Do they say hi? I mean if they have seen the inside of each other we might as well be cordial.
SPRING: YOU KNOW, EVANSTON ISN’T ALWAYS A BAD IDEA
She and her friends have decided to have a picnic to commemorate the first actually beautiful day of spring. She is in charge of the music and bringing her disposable camera — those two things are second nature to her anyway. Since she fell off a hammock that was not well attached to the trees last spring, she has carefully positioned herself on the blanket on the grass with her laptop out. It’s 5 p.m. and the sun has still not set. The cool breeze from the lake complements her favorite cheap prosecco. Her friend brings his newly rescued golden retriever, who always seems to fall asleep on her lap. He is her biggest fan.
As she is sitting by the lake with her friends laughing till her stomach aches, she remembers why three years ago she fell in love with the campus. “Don't You Worry ‘Bout A Thing” by Stevie Wonder is blasting in the background. Life is good.