Saying goodbye to my ‘Mallrats’ days
By Caitlin Cieslik-Miskimen | Oct. 30, 2006I spent an inordinate amount of my middle school existence in a mall. I don't really remember what the point of my weekly Saturday trips to the mall was—except to maybe scope out the latest selection of butterfly clips at Claire's (I always color-coordinated my clips to either match my braces or provide an extra bit of super trendy accessorized support for the Packers) and try on different shades of pink lip glosses (ok, and to check out all the eighth grade football studs who roamed the mall wearing snap pants). All I knew was that it was the cool thing to do and I wanted nothing more than to be a cool seventh grader.



