Why do we get all dressed up?
On the day of the Orange and Black Ball, I woke up at three in the afternoon. Having missed all of my morning classes, I naturally decided there was no point in doing anything productive for the rest of the day. I spent that afternoon on YouTube and Facebook, taking breaks only to change clothes and eat. But that night, when I checked out my jacket and tie in the mirror, I immediately felt empowered. My state of mind was similar to the euphoria after nailing a test or a particularly good work-out. Of course, this euphoria abruptly ended when I spilled lemonade all over myself at the OBB.