With every happy moment soon follows the dark cloud. That’s how I feel about Fashion School, I love it one moment and I’m 5 seconds away from a mental breakdown the next. Fashion may seem like a glamorous industry, but there’s nothing glamorous about showing up to class in yesterday’s outfit and a messy bun after pulling 2 all nighters in a row to finish your editorial project. Yes, there are perks to being in fashion, but there is also an overwhelming amount of work that goes into the glamorous facade of
- Talent and creativity: This is a gift that everyone has but not most get to pursue it.
- Expression: You get to be yourself and it’s shown not only in your work but in yourself (how to interact, dress, etc.)
- Connecting: You are going to meet a new pond of people in class, which means new friends (that you will get to lean on, ask for advice and work along side with). In addition to friends you are most likely going to need intern hours which means making new connections at your internship!
- Learning something new: Everyday and every class you are going to learn something new (for example: last week I learned that you can spell check on adobe programs…this was more groundbreaking then “Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.”)
- Spotting from afar: You will be able to spot your fellow crew from afar (trust me, you can tell fashion students apart from everyone on campus. Roots sweat pants and nike runner vs. knit sweater and black ankle boots, enough said)
- Feeling: At the end of the day, semester and year your going to say “I did it.”
…then down LOW
- Lack of sleep: Long nights finishing projects and cramming studying followed by early morning classes
- No social life: That means saying no to nights out and dinner with friends/family
- Percentage: I still don’t understand how a fashion plate that took me 2-4 hours is worth 1% of my grade
- Creativity block: Our brains and bodies can only take so much, which means at some point your going to hit a wall (where your brain feels like jello and you
- Due dates: There’s always 2 weeks per semester where you feel like everything is due and the whole working is crumbling down between your finger tips
- Doing it all: Student, intern, working, and trying to remain sane…check
Text by Marcia Lopes and Olivia Kolarich
Image by Marcia Lopes