Dillo Day was totes the gr8est day of your Northwestern life. You hung out with your besties, enjoyed some adult beverages (but obvs only if you’re over 21), took a couple of selfies and judged everyone...
I was truly my most fashionable self at the prime age of 12: My uncontrollable bangs gave my mismatched outfits a degree of je ne sais quoi that even Lauren Conrad would have been hard-pressed to recreate....
