Being fashionable is being logical

This semester, I have flipped the script and decided to expand my horizons and take classes that I normally wouldn't take. This semester there are no fashion classes in my schedule.\nI told myself the experience wouldn't be so bad and that I might actually enjoy it, but now I am questioning my reasoning. I admit, I tried to fit at least one apparel class into my schedule, but after coming up 16th on the waiting list and having the professor tell me I would have to wait until next semester, I gave up. Now my days are full of learning about gender roles, acting and logic. Last semester, I took three fashion classes and going cold turkey is giving me withdrawal. \nThe worst part is that I have to do well in all of these classes, which has me wondering how I am going to survive this semester. The situation is a familiar one: you wait until late in your college career to take your required classes and in your junior year, you spend most of the day looking out the window or up at the ceiling. \nIt happens to many upperclassmen and now it is happening to me. My situation is similar to a physics major taking a semester of apparel merchandising classes and learning about how Tommy Hilfiger revolutionized fashion. The outcome would probably look grim, as does this one. \nWhen the logic professor asked our class to introduce ourselves, I heard an abundance of informatics, computer, math or philosophy majors. When I introduced myself as having a concentration in fashion, the room went quiet. \nI knew the professor was thinking, "We are going to have some real problems." My academic counselor even politely suggested that I look at another course. \nNow I spend my time looking around, wanting to strike up a conversation about fashion or how fabulous I look in my new coat during class.\nIt isn't that I cannot comprehend the material; it is fairly easy. It just doesn't have the same appeal as learning about Chanel, mood boards or how fashion is capitalism's favorite child. \nYesterday, I had my first performance in my acting class. I have been thinking about this performance for days. I focused on what I was going to wear. The piece was "Russian Sonia" from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters. I mimicked what a modern-day Russian girl would wear. I wore a black scarf, white pea coat, black pants and a textured holey sweater with a black camisole underneath. Needless to say, the apparel didn't affect my acting abilities, but I actually thought it might. \nAs I looked over the piece, I asked myself, "What are you doing in an acting class?" But it was too late for questions. Class had started. The majority of the class performed before me because I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't get anything close to a Russian accent and I kept repeating the words "Dos Ve Danya," which mean "good day" in Russian. It wasn't helping.\nMany of the students performed very well and there I was, an amateur. Not to mention half the time I am in class looking around and thinking, "They can't be serious, let's talk about clothes." My attention span barely has the capacity to get me through my own performance, let alone an entire semester of this class. \nIf I would have known being well-rounded was this much of a challenge, I would have opted for some kind of fashion camp. I would be surrounded by old issues of Vogue and playbacks of fashion shows. Though eating and breathing fashion doesn't make sense to some people, taking as many fashion classes as possible seems like great logic to me.