For my return to campus, I have chosen the most unrelieved black I could find in my closet, complete with a black headband with black ribbons, a black handbg, black shoes, and even a black notebook I’m carrying in my hand. If people don’t clock on to what this means and don’t just let me be, I don’t know what else can be done.
I have already scared the postman when I opened the door to sign for a package. Now it’s time to traumatize everybody on campus. I’m trying to handle this with a degree of levity to relieve the stress, if you haven’t guessed.