That’s me all disheveled and tired looking, which is how I roll 98% of my time at school. I don’t usually put pictures of myself up, but I figure this one is for the folks. When I first toured MCAD, my mother was appalled at the undergraduate students’ general appearance. Grandma glasses, leopard print leggings as pants, unwashed hair, and ill-fitted thrift store wear offended her fashion sensibilities. “Why are these girls looking ugly on purpose?” she asked me loudly enough so that the surrounding perpetrators would overhear. “I don’t know Mom, it’s an art school thing,” I told her, slightly embarrassed. Then she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, repeated the entire time, “DON’T EVER CHANGE MEGAN! DON’T COME HOME LOOKING HOMELESS AND DIRTY! I MEAN IT!” Oh the memories. Maybe I’ll find an obnoxious outfit at a thrift store to wear the first day home for Christmas break? Our secret, shhhhh.