I write this with a tremendous smile on my face. I am officially back in school. Fashion School is without a doubt cool. I started last Tuesday and so far, school is treating me pretty well. I am finally doing what I love the most. I’ve met new found friends from diverse forte in fashion. As expected, our class is too gay to function. I personally love the noise of sewing machines, fashion kits, rulers and a bunch of extremely loud and outspoken gay classmates. I love being surrounded by people with the same vision and ambition as I have. I feel fueled and fired.
The first day of school was exceptional, I had little butterflies in my stomach. Everything happened then and everything I wrote here from day one was slowly, gradually, coming to life. It was a transition of bigger hopes and higher aspirations for me. The moment I stepped in for my first formal class (pattern-making) I knew it would be awesome (at least, minus the little math) I stepped inside my first class carrying a bag of dreams from my team. I am fighting this battle together with the people who believed in me when I doubted myself many times.
I don’t know what to write anymore, school has been raping my time and senses. I am thrilled for as to what this “journey” is install for me. I couldn’t be happier with the support my family and friends are giving me. It is such over pouring. I would like to give a shout out to my family, especially my mom and dad who never ever gave up on me. I wish to make them proud at the end of this. My closest friends, who always supported and believed in me, I promise to give a big discount! Reaching this far was no easy, it took me years and mountains to write this post with so much enthusiasm.
It feels oddly good to be where you should suppose to be. I humbly pinch my nose thrice for a good luck and a pat in the back for a job well done!
I will splurge and enjoy this moment. I know the next few days wouldn’t be easy (especially fashion week is weeks away) but I know, I have an army of the best support system behind me ready to back me up. I am one lucky scheming diabolic fashion soldier. Drama aside, I can’t wait as to what He is up for me, I feel blessed. I’ll keep you posted.
