I'm wearing a Chloe vintage blouse over an H&M maxi dress, with Jeffrey Campbell boots, Calvin Klein pleather newsboy cap, and borrowed sunglasses. Wow that sounds like a mouthful, WOO.
The past 24 hours has been one of the craziest days I've ever had. Seriously, it was a crazy bomb waiting to explode (me being the bomb of course). Yesterday, I received an e-mail from Fashion Institute of Technology, informing me that I was put on the wait list for Fall 2011. I was completely shocked. After all, I felt I had a large chance of getting accepted immediately. My grades were average: I couldn't complain, because I tried to the full extent of my ability to get As and Bs during my last two years of high school . I definitely wasn't lacking experience in fashion: I interned as a production assistant for a show during NYFW, plus I worked backstage in a few runway shows, AND I attended shows to blog about. So, I pondered last night. I pondered. I slept. Pondered some more. Slept some more. I repeated this cycle a couple of times last night. Plus, I added some crying to that pathetic cycle.
I knew that I couldn't cry to solve the problem. So after a load of advice coming from different sources, I decided to fight for something I felt like I deserved. Normally, I would throw in the towel, and say, "C'est La Vie," but this time I didn't want to. I wanted to try to improve the situation and make sure my voice was heard by the admission office. I walked in, asked why I didn't get in, and bam! I felt so much better. I felt a huge load of rocks have been lifted off my back. I can finally breath.
Ok, I wrote a whole Dr. Phil synopsis of my current life story. Normally, I wouldn't write these long personal journal entries, but I wanted to reflect on one of the biggest life lessons I've learned; never give up and always fight for what you believe in. Never take no or maybe for an answer, because you're worth a whole load of yes's. And even if you try hard and still get a no, move on to the next project or opportunity.
Like my friend, Jose said to me last night, "keep your head up high," so that is what I'm going to do.