I think we’ve had this conversation before. But it’s worth having again, especially since Freshmen year is so crucial to the development of this addiction.

This messy, painful, powerful addiction.

The addiction to wearing pajamas to class.

Some of you had to get up as early as 5:30 AM to get to high school, and while wearing pj’s may have been a slight temptation, you never actually went and did it.

No, you pulled on some jeans, found a shirt somewhere, made sure your face wasn’t frightening, and then hopped into the car while the sun was still coming up.

But then college happens, and for some reason, everything changes. Almost no one has class earlier than 8:30 (a whole hour later than 12th grade), school is usually no more than a 10-15 minute walk from your bed, and breakfast is already made for you. It should be easier to resist the urge to wear those dancing dog pj’s your grandma got you to class…right?

Nope.

Just doing it once, just one taste of the sweet, sweet laziness that is literally throwing a jacket over pajamas is enough to turn some people in pajajay junkies for life (or at least the duration of the college career). Read More »

We’ve all had the 8:30 AM class. Or the 9:00 AM class. Hell, even 10:00 AM is early when you were up until 3:00 the night before, squinting over notes that no longer made any sense.

At that time of morning, even the vainest girl barely has enough energy to pull on something resembling clothing and make sure her face is free of pimple-freezing cream. Besides, you’re just gonna be sitting in some classroom for two hours, and it’s guaranteed no one else’s eyes will be open either. So you wore your pajamas to class! Who cares? It’s not like they’ll be able to tell who you are, anyway, with that hoodie pulled over your face.

But here’s my question, what about those girls who wear their pajamajamas past the hour of 1:00 PM? Who are still unable to face the world during at 4:30 PM Zoology lecture class? Do we have empathy for them? Or are we just confused?

Because more often than not, these pajayjay wearing gals are the same gals who hit the weekend in pumps and skirts and a full face of make-up. Once 11:00 PM rolls around, they’re beautiful and shining and wouldn’t be caught dead near anything baggy or ripped. What is this? What kind of phenomenon are we witnessing here?

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