Thursday, September 2, 2010

Practicum Uniform: Flight Stewardess or Chinese Waitress?

Hey, guys!

This is my first post on my own blog. So, be gentle.

Anyway, as everyone in our batch knows, how our practicum uniform came to be was a struggle. Though other courses already decided and had their practicum uniforms made during the summer before the first semester of this school year started, we, on the other hand, were still battling over which style we wanted the most.

Even when classes officially started, we were still undecided on which design we should get for our uniform. It wasn't long until a close friend of mine, who happened to have a designer friend, decided to ask that friend to make one for us. How it came to be, the choosing of the colors, and most especially the cloth, was a long and grueling process. Nevertheless, our practicum uniforms are finally done and many, if not most of us, have already been seen walking around the campus in our uniforms.

To be honest, I never really cared about the whole thing. Since I showed no interest during the decision making, said nothing when we were asked for suggestions, and so forth, which means that I don't really have a right to complain, right? I guess I still do since I am paying for it. (LOL)

So, I got my uniform last Tuesday and started wearing it today.

I have to admit, at first, I didn't really feel the uniform. Actually, I still don't.
But, it's not really that bad. Not as bad as I thought it would be.

It's kind of comfortable actually. I guess, what makes most of my batch mates feel awkward wearing it is because of the collar. I don't hate it and all. It's just that it makes the uniform look like a Cheongsam. Though others would disagree and say that it looks more like a flight stewardess' uniform.

Seriously, the whole "Chinese waitress" or "flight stewardess" thing doesn't really matter to me. Actually, I don't care what people think of it. The only thing that really bugged me today, especially since I was wearing the uniform from morning to afternoon, was how people looked at us.

They'd look at us from head to toe with glaring eyes and then turn to their friends and say something. Not just women, also men. It truly felt as if we were walking pieces of a fashion disaster.

I don't really understand why....

Does it really look that bad?





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