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Last Thursday, also known as the official end date of countless sunsets, camping out on the beach, road trips and summer vacation, as we know it, marked the first day of classes. My iPhone alarm was faint, but loud enough to wake me from a deep, almost impenetrable slumber. Running around a cozy, downtown apartment in the midst of angst and panic we’re my roommates, Alex and Aba. I, still in last night’s outfit, rose up from the sofa bed to assist the two as they searched for the perfect first-day-of-school look. One hour until Alex’s first class and Aba’s scheduled workday and the only thing prepared was the bowl of cereal on the kitchen counter. I was in no rush, of course, until Alex mentioned Starbucks on him. With a freshly blended green tea frappuccino as my sole motivator I threw on a Wang top and a fresh pair of shoes that had been delivered the day before and declared myself ready. We all set foot toward campus dressed in monochromatic ensembles (almost) ready for the long day ahead of us. The only thing missing was a chilled beverage in the hand, but after 10 long minutes and three overpriced drinks we parted ways. It wasn’t until I was alone that it hit me.
As of last semester I am no longer attending the Fashion Design department at VCU. The term most commonly used in situations like this is ‘dropout’, and while that would be the easy and most efficient way of explaining my decision, I prefer to use the term ‘rediscovering’. Technically, I have dropped out of school. In short, it wasn’t at all what I had expected it to be. My inspiration was being drained and something I once loved become something I saw as a hassle. Fashion Design was no longer a joy, but a unbearable task, thus leading me to confront the problem at it’s source and riding of the bad energy all together. Not only am I slowly rediscovering who I am and differentiating the idea between who I thought I was, but I now have more free time to dedicate to the building of, what I like to call, a legacy. The legacy I speak of is Virtual Mutt, the blog I own and co-run with Aba.
I never officially announced my decision to peers or family members, so when people started to find out it became a huge deal. All I was ever asked from that point on were things like, “Well, what are you going to do now?” or told things like, “what a mistake”. In response I explained the blog and future plans for expanding, especially with my now full-time dedication to doing so. Chuckles and sighs of disbelief always seemed to follow, but my plan remained unaltered.
The worst, I think, was the day my mother found out. The only thing she said was how disappointed she was in me. To be honest, I think I took that moment and turned it into my driving force. I want to go to fashion week, but not just too see fancy clothes, on fancy looking people, in a fancy venue. That’s simply the cherry on top of the entire experience. I want to go because I believe that it will be the big break I need to further my dedication. This trip will be reassurance to myself, that I can do anything I set my mind to, and to those who doubt my ever-growing abilities in the blogging realm and fashion industry. This is the trip I’ve been waiting for, and if won I truly believe this will be the thing to prove that Virtual Mutt is not a joke, that I should be taken seriously, and that I can make my mother proud on my own terms…without the hassle of student loans. But aside from all of this, I want to go for myself. Fashion Week in New York has only been a dream of mine since I first opened a Vogue back in sixth grade. Now it’s time to turn that dream into a reality.