I love my job. I love it. There's nothing on the Earth like it. The people that I meet, and the discussions had will probably shape me more than anything. I work at one of the largest art schools in California, in the fashion department of all places. Its the dream come true job. I'm the noticeable nobody. The person everyone sees, but don't really know. Almost everyone sees me, but not very many people know me. I walk past you, you look, I smile and I flounce off. One day I'm dressed like a monk, the next only fate knows. Most times I don't talk, once in awhile I do. I'm well dressed without looking stuffy, edgy yet timeless. I'm part of the scenery, but you love it. A day might not be a day without me.
This room and its members have shaped me, changed me, broke me and then put me back together again. I've been everything I've ever wanted to be: desert princess, woodland fairy, neo-Twiggy, gothic Lolita, African Barbie, ballerina, hip-street kid, even a long poofy skirt or two.
I wonder what this room will bring me in 2014.
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