First day of school at my new school... I walk in, obviously no one knows me. Wearing timbs, ice, sagging my baggy jeans, oversized shirt, shaven head... people think I’m some mean kid that’s gonna try to hurt them (lol, that’s what they all told me a few months later). Then as soon as they get to know me better, they know that I’m the opposite. I wear what I wanna wear, it doesn’t mean ****. Then, they think I’m dumb, and ‘not educated’ as you call it. I prove them wrong again when they find out I take IB courses and I’m on the Honor Roll. Bah, looks like your theory on what one’s appearance proves has failed miserably.