First Day

Today was the first day I've walked to class, from Gardens to Greenpoint (Vega), that no-one begged for something or asked for money... Probably cause my shirt is worn out, my face is scared or just that i stink and look like an unshaved bergie with dirty pants. It's funny how much awareness one can create, not only to dress out of your comfort zone, but actually how you receive that gaze from people, as if they know your dress does not "naturally" belong to you or your identity. I must start deal with the idea that I'm a bergie for the next 10 days, maybe I'll look less awkward.