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!