To Wear a Hat (Continued)
My mom has told me multiple times that I do have to clothe myself with a certain amount of dignity because of my responsibilities. A debate president, orchestra council member, and who-knows-what-else shouldn't dress like a five-year-old. She's probably right.
Looking at my penguin hat, I give myself a moment to chicken out. There is no doubt that wearing a hat like this in public will cause a potentially embarrassing stir. But I like it, and I will wear it if I want to. After quickly shaking it out, I pull it over my ears and put my hands in the mitten-pockets. It is warm, but already out of the corner of my eye, I see the barista smothering a giggle.
I push open the door and start walking, past glittering storefronts and cozy restaurants.
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