As fall weather rolls in, I’ve been looking through my warmer clothes again. A few days ago, I saw a sweatshirt I hadn’t worn in years. It’s blue, with the word “Geneva” in vertical letters down the front, and a spot for a last name to be written horizontally next to that. I immediately recognized it as a “middle school sweatshirt” and knew that it wasn’t permissible to wear in high school. But then I thought again.

It was a quality sweatshirt. No holes, a decent-sized pocket and quite warm. I decided that even though I wouldn’t have been caught dead in one freshman year, I could wear it again.

That got me thinking. I had been afraid to wear a simple blue sweatshirt for the past three years because I thought people would think I was still a middle-schooler. Obviously, I’m not, and no one would think so.