Does it suit me?

In the process of packing up my room, I have to figure out what clothing I'm taking with me to CA for the summer. I figure I might need a suit once in a blue moon--even though I'm interning with a hip SF non-profit law firm that allows jeans and flip-flops (you read that right, Molly). So, I was trying on my suits (all two of them) to decide which one to bring home, and I started to wonder... When will wearing a suit feel normal? When will it cease to feel like dress-up, like role-playing, like pretend? What is it about a suit that makes me feel like a grown-up, that gives me an extra boost of confidence, that makes me want to give a presentation about something, anything? When I try on a suit, it makes me think of high school debate; when will it feel like everyday attire, rather than a special occasion? I wonder.

Existential crises aside, should I bring the all-purpose, conservative black suit, or should I bring the beige suit with light yellow pinstripes? Hm...

Final Exams: Song Title Edition

All these things I've done... Unfinished. A hard day's night. Raindrops keep fallin' on my head. Steady, as she goes. Strength to endure. You learn. One week: homeward bound! (I predict a riot.) Joy to the world. California dreamin'. Go home!