Whenever I talk to someone who doesn't know anything about my school's Apparel Design program, they sometimes get the impression that us design students don't really do anything; that we spend our time slacking off and drawing pretty pictures while the engineering/science students do the real work (aka complex math problems and the like).
Not true at all. Okay, a little true: I do sometimes draw pretty pictures. But seriously, us Apparel Design majors (and most other artistic majors) have a unique set of problems that most math-y students will never have: we have to produce stuff. Like, real garments, on machines. That's a whole lot different than working out problems with pencil and paper.
You know you're an Apparel Design student when:
- You run out of pins on your sewing table, so you check the ground.
- Your pain tolerance towards pin/needle stabs is so high, you can make yourself bleed without even noticing.
- You have almost burnt down your dorm room by leaving your iron plugged in for hours at a time.
- Your floor is so littered with muslin yarns that no vacuum could possibly clean it all.
- Your textbooks have more illustrations than real text.
- You have a specific pair of scissors for any given material (fabric, paper, threads, plastic) and if someone tries to cut the wrong thing with the wrong scissors, you will give them a lecture on the importance of scissor sharpness.
- You spend more hours in the sewing lab than you'd care to admit, and when it closes, you go back to your room and keep sewing.
- You've been in danger of burns, stabs, or sewn-over fingers at least 10 times over the course of any given project.
- You have to bring approximately a hundred different sewing tools to class, and you need about three square feet of space to spread it all out in. Or else you just. Can't. Work.
- Your professors are utterly eccentric, and several have thick foreign accents.
- While everyone else is studying in the library, you're still slaving away at the sewing machine; you have no idea what traditional studying's like.