Walk a Mile in my Shoes: 1st Edition

As I looked around my room looking for an object that would describe my culture, I very quickly honed in on my closet, specifically my shoes. I think that shoes, or the lack there of, tell a person a lot about the social, economic, geographic status of an individual. If you were to look at the floor of the closet (please excuse the mess) you would immediately understand that I am a girl. The heels, riding boots and pink tennis shoes would very quickly reveal me. You can tell that I don't live in a tropical area, there aren't many flip flops or sandals in my floor this time of year, and I don't live in an artic climate, my boots are bairly equiped to romp around in the snow that we have. If you look a little closer you might get an understanding of my socio-economic status. You would see that I am definitely not a laborer. As I reflect on my closet, I notice that I have three pairs of practical shoes, my snow boots (which are pretty and have a fur lining), my galoshes (which aren't really "necessary" but you would have to pay a lot of money to get me to give them up when I am giving a tour of campus on a rainy day), and my tennis shoes. None of my other shoes would be helpful in an environment outside of an academic or professional setting. I would hate to hike a mountain or pave a road or plow a field in a pair of black pumps. I wouldn't consider myself a materialistic person, however my shoes go the same places I do: class, internship, running, church, out with friends. You can tell a lot about what I do, and I would dare say a lot about what the students at Belmont do, by the shoes in our closets.