Uniforms

I have come to realize that six days a week for eleven months, I will have to wear a teeny tiny little navy blue skirt.  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Yeah, if you know me at all, you know that I have all the grace of a ballet-dancing rhinoceros.  This does not bode well.

 

I suppose it is bizarre, the things I get hung up on.  I worry about what I will wear rather than my complete inability to speak the language, and my absolute illiteracy.  Yeah, not good.

 

Nonetheless, I am excited!