Coat: S. Pants: M. Shoes: 8-1/2.

The uniform fitting was totally painless, except that I wore lace-up boots that I had to remove before I could try on the pants. I clearly don't go clothes shopping enough anymore to think through the try-on attire. I'll have to hem up the pants, and not gain any weight.

I overheard a counselor telling a prospective student (her mother in tow) that as a pastry student, she'll have her name embroidered on her coats. Apparently Culinary Arts students have to wear plastic name tags. I'm slightly miffed by this.

Seriously, I have always always wanted a chef's coat, and looked at them longingly in every season's Williams Sonoma catalog, but it seemed somehow wrong to wear one. Like wearing a stethoscope around your neck if you're not a doctor. Or wearing a shirt that says "Hank" over the pocket when you don't work in a gas station. But now! It's not only okay, it's REQUIRED.

Last night, I dreamed that four of my teeth fell out, and I was carrying them around in my pocket.

In today's mail, I got an invite to the first day of school: "Mandatory Orientation", where I will "meet classmates, hear from the CAA staff, pick up official class schedule, receive textbooks and uniforms." "Tool kit will be dispersed the following day." (Don't they mean "dispensed"?) I also got a checklist to review, another slap-upside-the-head reminder that I'll be the Old Girl in the class. Along with paperwork requirements, I'm encouraged to "secure housing", "open a local checking account", and "have a plan for getting to school on time every day".

Maybe I can embroider my own name on my coats.