It’s possible for you to fail gym:
The most bizarre part of FIT’s curriculum is that you are required to take gym class–two semesters’ worth, to be exact. I know–why on earth would a fashion school require the world’s least athletic to actually break a sweat? To riff on the MET’s recent exhibition, it’s an impossible conversation. You’re offered choices like Afro-Carribean dance, kung fu, stress management (how is this a sport?), and fencing—the latter of which requires that you actually put on that white spacesuit, Son-of-Sam mask and all. For some reason, I mindlessly decided to enroll in jazz dance in homage to Fred Astaire. Little did I know that my final exam would require me to perform a number choreographed to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.” Anyone who knows me will attest that I’m a tad bit awkward and thoroughly uncoordinated, so you can guess how that performance went down. Yes, I failed–and almost failed tennis, too, after I hit the ball forward with my racket, only to see that it had somehow landed behind me in the middle of a test. I actually passed that one, but only because I was the only one in the class who was able to properly pronounce Novak Djokovic–and that was only after his nearly-nude Vogue editorial had piqued my new-found ‘interest’ in the sport.