Cameron’s sister came up with a great idea:

Name your worst going back to school outfit ever, situate it in time and give a little comment.

His answer?

Plaid, colarless, new wave, neuru shirt from Le Chateau.

I wore it with jeans and Chucks, camoflauge ones. One of the first things that I consider “fashion” that I bought under my own steam. I got it at the St Cath Le Chateau, and I felt like the king of the world. It was, in hindsight, one of the lamest things ever.

So, then the challenge… he fingered five people to answer, one of whom was… you guessed it, me.

I thought about this for a while. Suprisingly, I couldn’t think of one immediately. I remember certain shirts, shoes and pants. I even remember getting my picture taken in the backyard on the first day of school one year. But, for the life of me, I can’t be certain of exactly what I was wearing.

In the end, who am I to cop out of a challenge. I’m going to do my best to paint for you my worst school outfit (first day of school, or otherwise)

Here goes:
Bugle Boy acid washed jeans pinned at the ankle (remember that?), Agassi green and white Nike tennis shoes, and a white and black Cosby sweater, maker unknown, but with enough zigging and zagging of the pattern to make Google Directions seem navigatable (I do remember wearing a sweater on a first day and wishing I hadn’t — it was hot)

In closing, and in keeping with the spirit of this thing, I’m passing the challenge on to Matthew of Childs Play x2, Genuine, Queen of Spain and Because I’m You Father (maybe I can actually get a post out of him). Yup, you’re all on deck. And I am so kicking your ass at Fantasy Football.