I spend my life mimicking people. And coming up with poetic first sentences.

The elusive life of a fraternity boy has never been appetizing to me – an almost silly charade of smelly men, beer, and boat shoes with no socks. I understood the intrigue, yet the frivolity surrounding the actual reasons I would join deterred me, and I gladly resigned to a geed experience within my first few days here at Berkeley.

My first love… Oh how fondly I remember. I was sixteen—ugly, broke, and rocking Nike running shoes… out of the house. I had nowhere to go but up. Fate would guide me to the one place that would transform into my most committed and beneficial relationship—even if we have to persevere through long distance.

I remember Freshmen year when I was applying to Garb—which I got rejected from at the time—I was asked to describe my style in one sentence. To my best recollection, I put something like “a kindergartener that dresses themselves without any understanding of color theory and spends most of their time in the dirt.”

Welcome everyone to ON THE FRINGE! Yay, I am so excited for this to finally materialize, or rather, appear in front of you

From kindergarten to senior year of high school, I hopped around to different private schools in Las Vegas. Most of which were religious private schools, which meant I had a very strict uniform.

When thinking of the word “disabled” or more specifically “prosthetic,” usually one of the two following images pops into your head.

We’ve been told by society that certain patterns and colors shouldn’t be worn together. So, why is it that certain fashion icons make them look so chic?

Even if we think we’ve come a long way in equalizing the gender playing field, the female icons of our generation prove that on a mass scale, we still believe that a woman’s worth is based on her image.

“Oh my god, I love your necklace! Where did you get it?” asks the freshman leaving their Math 16A lecture in Dwinelle. “Oh, I got it on Depop!” replies the wearer of the piece, unaware that the orb adorning their neck symbolizes the Punk revolution.

From kindergarten to senior year of high school, I hopped around to different private schools in Las Vegas. Most of which were religious private schools, which meant I had a very strict uniform.

I started to wear the hijab at 17 years old. I’ve had an interest in fashion since I can remember, though as my relationship with Islam has changed, so has my self-presentation.

A look at fashion’s current muse, Minttu Vesala– and their unique runway walk

“My first week here, I saw a silver-haired man rollerblading down Piedmont wearing nothing but a bow tie. And he looked like he was having the most fun out of all of us.”