The Elevator

I did indeed end up adding the vest, but I forgot to take a picture with it. I'll likely wear this coordinate again, so next time I do I'll be sure to add a photo.

I wore it to my U.S. History class this evening. In that class I'm not very friendly with anyone in particular, although there's a few people I chat with sometimes when we're waiting outside of class for our teacher.However, when we were on the elevator after class, one of my classmates (I want to call him Nate because he reminds me of a Nate I knew at AI, my old school) turned around and said "Your outfit is really cute by the way."
Then the girl I chat with sometimes, I think her name is Cara, said "Yeah! I meant to say something too, I was looking at you a lot during class and I was like, 'gee, I hope she doesn't think I'm a creep or something," and then suddenly, about 5 or 6 other voices (this was a packed elevator) piped up, going "yeah!" and "you look so cute!"
I was stunned, flattered and a little embarrassed. But I treasure that moment already, and I hope that if I'm ever reincarnated or or get Alzheimer's or otherwise forget everything from this life, that that moment is one of the things I remember.

Like a lot of people, I have some self esteem issues. but let this be a lesson to any of you who are shy or afraid to be yourself; people usually love individuality. Some cultures look down on it, I know, but in most places, the people who are worth listening to are the ones who can appreciate what you're doing.

if you know the source, let me know!