There is nothing like the feeling on sliding a beautiful dress on. It is a perfectly tailored masterpiece design to show of the beauty within. Who am I trying to fool? Anyone can change how they look on the outside. The rich can look poor, the happy can look sad even a man can look like a woman. This isn’t them and by extension the clothes aren’t theirs. I am not implying that these people should be deprived of the clothes that they have payed for and may have some sort of emotional attachment to, I am simply saying that these people that lack knowledge of what they should wear. People that are like me must nudge these people toward what they should wear, making the world a more beautiful place.
Dressing is quite a difficult task; it is so more than simply throwing some piece of material onto your body and classifying yourself as suitable to be seen by other human beings. Okay, I admit I am being a little bit harsh. Not everyone on the planet dresses badly...they just don’t dress as well as me and other people who utilize this much brain space fantasizing over a dress that does not even exist in the middle of first period Geography. Tis such a pointless class, a dull mesh of things that we are forced to learn but have no real purpose or connection to one another. A boring subjected with an equally boring teacher. He’s a thin tall man with light sandy hair. His eyes are set far back in his head and his face in a boring emotionless state. His clothing gigantic on his lanky body and are awfully repetitive: Beige shirt, brown pants and cream tie, white shirt, beige pants and brown tie, brown check shirt, cream tie and (watch out) black pants. If there is one thing I can’t fault Mr Reynolds on it’s his consistency.
