Oops.

So this fashion show has made me realize how huge the clothes they deemed "right" really are. Like, it's painful. I really really hope that gym class is gender seperated because I'm going to lose my pants if I try to run. Yes, it's that bad. And I have no vocabulary to explain this to my host mom. And yet even if I could , I would feel terrible if we had to go back to the school to switch them. Okay. Let me try to explain the size of my stuff. Savannah. My sweater (the class one, not the gym one) would fit your brother. In length and width. My gym clothes. Worse. Okay Dad. Josh would fit into my gym clothes. Not kidding. I could sew my pants into footie pyjamas without having to add any fabric to them. And that's when they're sitting above my waist. Even the long-sleeve shirt is too big. I just realized that I have to tuck my shirts in (gosh am I slow) which means that the skirt's waist is too large. The only thing that fits is my gym shirt. I may cry. How do I explain this all to my host mom? And how do I tell her that I need to buy shoes for school too? And how did I ever agree to all of these clothes? Everyone was nodding and saying stuff in Turkish and so maybe I just nodded and smiled along with them. WHY?!?! This is saddening to the extreme. I was so excited. Now I'm crushed. Someone help me. Do I need tights? What colour? What I really need is a translator.

-Maeghan