Walk of Shame or Stride of Pride?
I did my first walk of shame' this summer. I walked out of a frat house at 7 a.m. on a Thursday morning wearing a neon dress and a even brighter neon helmet (bring your childhood dress-up bins, '15s, because you will use everything in them for flair) and made the 15-minute trek across campus to my off-campus house. While I was walking and thinking and trying to not make eye contact with over-enthusiastic morning joggers, I ran into a friend doing the same type of walk.