THANK YOU.

I’ve seen students show up to class in their pajamas.

Also I’ve had professors curse during lectures and discussion groups.

“Professionalism” is relative especially in a space like college.

Cuz my professors are paying me right?

professors do not give a fuck what you wear. and if they did, what bills they paying?

Well, technically, you’re paying them, so you’re their boss.

Sometimes certain classes will require “business attire” for presentations. But other than that, y'all I wore pajamas and sweats and booty shorts and tanks with my bra showing and basically whatever else I fancied on any given day day, depending on the weather and how much sleep I was running on. And I guarantee you I was not the only one. We all did it.

Some people wear heels and cute ass outfits every day, bc shit like that was literally not allowed in high school and they’re thrilled to be able to express themselves for once. And I’d sit right next to them in my pajama pants and an old tank top after I rolled out of bed having slept less than two hours. No one batted an eye about it.

Seriously. Whatever makes you happy and comfortable.

Also on an unrelated note, you literally never have to ask to use the restroom. Just get up and go. No one cares.

Listen guys, college is a strange place where just about anything goes. Like as long as you’re not hurting anyone and vaguely following whatever arbitrary rules your department comes up with (and you know, not breaking laws) then you’re probably fine.

I’ve seen people wear snuggles walking across campus, super dressed up in a full suit and tie, a dress in the snow, a sweatshirt and jeans in 85°, pjs in the middle of the afternoon, eclectic combinations only art kids can come up with, and kids wrapped in blankets. Literally the only thing you would get judged on MAYBE is wearing a shirt from your school’s bitterest rival, and even then it’s a maybe depending on the school.

There’s a girl i see around sometimes who skateboards to class in a pikachu onesie and a hijab and she’s honestly an icon

In my first year we had a 9am lecture and there was at least one occasion where a duvet came in. I assume that there was a person inside because it was vaguely person-shaped and moved about, but genuinely all you could see was the duvet. It sat down at one of the desk chairs, a pen and paper emerged followed by a hand, it took notes all class then it just…left. To this day I have no clue who that duvet was. And not a single person in that room questioned it for even a second. THAT is what university is like.

On a dare, but also because it helped anxiety, I carried a stuffed animal to all of my classes one day when I was 19. Nobody batted an eye.

At the absolute worst, you’ll become the Campus Cryptid - ours was a ginormous bearded bear of a person who always wore a tacti-kilt (even in -30) and longboarded around campus. Everyone who saw them was Blessed.

I have been a college instructor, and let me tell you, as long as you’re decent, I don’t gaf what you wear to my class. You do the work? You come to class? You pay attention? You don’t talk when I’m talking? You’re not an asshole to me and the other students? Come in an avocado costume for all I care. Actually, PLEASE come to class in an avocado costume. Your professors are bored and overworked and they’ll probably be so entertained they’ll ask to take a selfie with you.

Seriously, half my college classes I had a live rat chilling in my hoodie or bag.

Also, I literally graduated barefoot. Several professors and at least one dean congratulated me on my decision.

Seriously, I had a lecture right after comicon and I ran all the way to my class dressed like Natasha Romanov and when I came in my friend told me the zipper of my leather jacket got undone.

The only thing I had under the jacket was a blue pushup bra.

I literally ran around in leather pants and a bra all over campus and everybody just accepted it.

On another occasion I had lab practice in June and it was so hot I stripped down to my underwear and put on my labcoat. My lab assistant just looked at me and mournfully asked: “Why didn’t I think of that?”

One of my friends showed up in her dino fursuit and nobody batted an eye. One guy asked for her number. He was even more delighted to discover there was a girl in there.

I saw a guy dressed like he was on his way to win RuPaul’s drag race but he was just there to turn in a Org-chem paper. I complimented his eyeliner. He offered to teach me but I sadly had to get to class.

This girl showed up to class absolutely covered in what looked like blood from neck down. We were a bit worried until she sighed and told us: “My ex threw potassium thiocyanate and iron chloride all over me.” The prof nodded sagely and continued the lecture without another comment.

(For those of you not chemists those two chemicals create Fe(SCN)3 which is used as theatre blood. Looks gory but it’s harmless and a nightmare to wash off. Must have been a rough breakup.)

And that’s just the science uni. You should see the shit people turn up in at the philosophy building. I think they made news at one point.

Winter mornings I walked through the snow in my nightgown and a coat and sat through class like a zombie, snow dripping from my hair and graduated magna cum laude so yeah

The professor cares more about what you contribute in the class as opposed to what you wear