As we make our way into the second quarter, some of you may notice some changes in people.

Incoming students have realized that they are now only the shell of what they once were and apparently better than everyone else.

We all know that college is supposed to be the time when we discover our true selves.

Some discover their propensity for studying while others see how much JCB$ger Meister they can consume in a 24-hour period.

Suddenly Lisa isn’t wearing her American Eagle or Abercrombie jeans anymore.

Now Lisa is wearing fishnet stockings on her arms and black T-shirts.

Even Trevor has gone from artsy sensitive guy to poster child for the Greek community and DUPB.

Apparently this transformation is apocryphal, monumental and has been a long time in coming.

It’s also indicative of a much higher state of consciousness and intellectualism, to the person anyway.

To the rest of us yuppies, preppies, posers, poor kids and everything in between, you just look even more confused.

How can it be that at the age of 18 all of a sudden purple hair makes you deep?

Or flip flops in subzero weather make you cool?

Don’t get me wrong, the fact that the student population looks different or dresses differently is of no consequence.

But just because you’re wearing stockings on your arms doesn’t make you better or smarter than anyone else.

True, when I pop my collar on my polo I feel a few points stupider.

When I wear my Prada glasses that I got on credit I feel super cool and smart.

I don’t prance around like I am better than people…well not everyone anyway.

While I advocate discovering your innermost psyche, I don’t support any John, Dick and Sally imposing their fashion on me condescendingly with a self-proclaimed intelligence.

For ye who do shall suffer my wrath in the Clarion…granted editing processes and general space.

And for the record I don’t pop my collar…publicly anyway.