She flipped down mirror visor for another quick look. "Too much?" She said to herself as she wiggled and craned her neck to get a better view. It had taken almost an hour to tame her curly red hair to a mild wave, which she rarely took the time to do. She always liked the look though, much better than the wound tight bun she wore to most classes. Much of her attire was different than what she wore on her morning treks across campus. She wore a short, floral sundress where she typically had yoga pants and a baggy tshirt. Gone were her grungy boat shoes that were always unlaced, replaced by a simple pair of black flats. She even wore a perfume she had only used a handful of times. The only thing that remained the same was giant, awkward folder that held her paper and supplies, which she had nearly forgotten on her way out of the door.