I attended high school and uni in a god-forsaken socially-backward inbred racist cess pool of a city called St. Louis, which is the setting for this lovely photo. If this photo were scratch-n-sniff, it would reek of brewers' yeast and white power.
But moving on, if you have been downtown, you may have seen these weird green sculptures that look like something my preschooler can roll out of playdough. "ART", yo.
My sister and I were supposed to be posing in an intentionally stupid way, hence my duck face, but she ruined it by smiling and being normal, so it doesn't look like my duck face is meant to be mockery. I just look like an idiot college girl actually doing duck face. THANKS, PAT.
As much as duck face IS the worst accessory in this ensemble, let's not ignore the ugly hats, my excessive make-up, how terrible we both look in brown, and my ugly short bleached hair. College was a weird time for me. Can I blame sleep-deprivation for my sartorial crimes? I worked 45+ hour weeks while also taking 22 credit hours (and we're not talking "fluff" classes like English lit; we're talking honors courses in the hard sciences and calculus). I'd like to think my positive contributions to artificial intelligence/machine learning technology have outweighed my duck face. Maybe.