Let the fashion course begin... Induction

So the first couple of days were spent with the mandatory getting to know you sessions. And woven into these tediously patronising games we had a tour of the building and the facilities on offer.

Firstly we were taken to the library, the most shocking words of all came from the librarians mouth. You may want to be sitting down before you read this, or lean against the person next to you if you're currently on public transport, like myself.  And if you have no support at all for goodness sake skip this part ! She said 'who's been to a library before ?', there I was  protecting my hardback in my satchel as my arm proudly shoots sky high. It doesn't take long to notice that not many others seem to have the same enthusiasm as me, as no one in front has bothered to put their hand up. And wait a second, oh no, nobody behind has bothered either.  You know what's even more shocking ? No, I know you can't believe it can get any worse. The librarian was more surprised that I had been to the library than the other 20 hadn't ! 

So after that revelation she went on to explain the library and how, shock horror, books were kept here. 'Any questions' she asked, one girl found her voice and with a dead pan face innocently asked 'how would we find a book in here'. You could tell by everyone else's faces that they were secretly hoping someone else would ask as they had no clue either, and as the librarian explained they are displayed in categories and alphabetical order the students seemed impressed that she herself had thought of such a logical way of organising the books. And as we left the library to carry on the tour I knew I'd never have to worry about reserving a book, the DVDs maybe, but the books were safe for now. 

It all begins with having a 'passion for fashion'

Going to fashion college is most little girls cliched dream come true, as fashion is completely and utterly their passion. After visiting my chosen fashion college, along with a ton of other hopeful adolescents, that had spent the whole week choosing their outfit and a few hours before caking their face in makeup, and that was just the boys, i was in awe of the place. The building was amazing, as was the location. The promises they made offered us an easy entrance into the fashion industry.  So along with everyone else I awkwardly made my way to the 'sign up here' table to meet my hopfully soon to be teachers. And after writing exactly 200 words on why I'd be perfect for the college and securing am interview,  a couple of weeks later I received my letter saying I'd been successful. 

That's it, I made it into this London based fashion college ( i'll let you take to google and guess which one i am talking about) I was going to make it in the world, my name would be in every magazine, my online store would be making thousands and my by appointment only boutique would be thriving. At the end of my two year fashion course I would become the most wanted women in the fashion industry. My designs were about to put Oscar de la Renta to shame, make Coco Channel turn in her grave.

 

Although it didn't take me long to realise what fashion college was really about, so as I reluctantly lowered my expectations and ambitions, i knew that every promise that they'd spun had been one lie after the other. A big fat porky pie with extra gravy. 

Hello, is it me you're looking for ?

On every blog I've read the first posts are almost identical, explaining what the blog is about and who the author is. Well this is going to be a little bit different. Unfortunately for you my identity is yet to be revealed, maybe in the future I will let it slip, or some computer geek will get there first. But for now I am more than happy to be known simply as fashion student 411. 

What I will tell you is what this blog entails - so I've just finished a two year course at a fashion college in London and I'm going to tell you what it's really like, forget the prospectus and alumni .  Here you're going to find out the truth, and nothing but the truth* about what life was really like behind the doors of a fashion college. Basically I will be giving you the 411, the inside gossip.

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*exageration may be used, simply for your enjoyment