Under Pressure

by zaiddor

So today has been one of those days.. You know the sketches that took me 3 days to make and the ones I showed you yesterday? Well I have to re-do a good deal of them because they are not good enough. So after a whole day of classes starting from 11:15 am to 8pm. I hear this news at around 7:45 because thats when the teacher had individual meetings with everyone of us. After class I managed to drag myself back home, dragging myself home at the pace where it usually only takes me 10 minutes to get home from university to my apartment. It took me 30! Here I am sitting in a café right underneath my building. Currently writing this trying to decide what I should eat. Am I running towards food for comfort? Yes, I am. Should I be doing that? NOOO.. So here I am trying to decide what to eat and feeling guilty for not having a daily workout schedule.

Anyways the professor informed me that the sketches don’t have to be done by next week but should be there by the end of November (the end of our first semester) So here I am forcing myself to do them early not because I don’t want to keep them till the end but because I have to try my best to be the best at what I want to be. So as I plan the rest of this weeks schedule I realize I will almost have a nonexistent weekend. A few pages of sketching to repeat, new sketches to make, a skirt to cut over the weekend, and to create one mood board as an example for my first collection.

I swear Fashion school is breaking me faster than business school ever did. I am going to eat and head up to my apartment to sleep as I have to create 4 skirt patterns for tomorrow and I need to finish the last 2. Luckily I have class at 2:45 so I have time to do them before hand.

What also keeps me going is these messages I got from two of my friends today and I would like to thank them for all the support and love. One of them I woke up to, the other I received during the day. I would love to thank them for all the love and support.

“Do i always tell you mama says ‘did you tell zaid that hes designing youe wedding dress?’ hahahaa”

“Good luck in this new chapter of your life in beautiful Milan, wish you all the best Zaido! Make me proud!!”

sleep deprived, emotionally and physically exhausted Zaid