Moment | Mary Cox

After having taken several minutes to prepare for the day, I stood there looking in the mirror and decided that the outfit needed one final touch, of what I didn't know. Upon going back to my room I spoted an old cowboy hat and a pair of boots. The hat being black with green flames on the side and the bootes gold in color, I decided to slip them on. They seemed to add a kind of country but yet girly atmosphere to the whole look. With satisfaction, I pulled on my back pack and headed out the door. Feeling a little self-concious at first, thinking for a moment that the cowgirl look would probably scare most people away, hinting to them that I am some hic trying to impersinate a real cowgirl. I quieted that worry with a simple, "Hey, if they don't like my look well, than that's too bad for them." In my first class I encountered a few weird looks but simply ignored them. Now I headed off to my psycholgy class figuring that it would probably be worse than the first one. Thinking, as I walked, of the boy I would sit next too, but I had not yet gotten up enough courage to talk to him. I figured that once he saw the hat, he would probably never give me a chance. He seemed way out of my league any way and even if he wasn't, I would probably never be able to muster the guts it would take me to talk to him, but I went ahead and decided to sit in my usuall spot. I walked in the classroom and did just that, I sat next to that boy, who seemed way above me. And as I did, he turned to me and said "That's an awesome hat."