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Group Presentation

“And we had an exchange student in our group and he showed up in sweatpants! The professor asked him why he wore sweatpants to a presentation and he said ‘this is what I always wear.'” My Thai friend shook her head in disgust and I took her words to heart. 

Presentation = clean up good! 

Today I had my first presentation here at Thammasat. I opted to go full uniform (buttons, belt, etc.) because of the story my friend told me about the exchange student who dressed like a bum left an impression on me. Not that I planned to wear sweatpants to present, but it sounded like students approached presentations the same way they did midterms. 

Except…not. Most people presenting wore jeans. One (Thai) student wore sweatpants. Another guy wore the same outfit he wears every day. And I do mean the same outfit. I’m starting to wonder if he owns anything else. 

I do not think this is a Thai thing. I think it is a public university full of undergraduates thing. It still made me laugh. Even wearing a uniform I stand out!

School Uniform

It took me longer to apply the buttons than it did to take the midterm. (Apparently no-sew does not mean no-cut) 

Grateful to my Thai classmate for helping me figure it all out! 

Bangkok & My School Uniform

Today I wore my school uniform for the first time. I thought maybe I would blend in more. Instead, I seemed to garner more attention than ever.

As I walked back from school, people stared at me. And not just stared, they gaped slack-jawed or flat-out laughed. I made eye contact with one woman who nearly got in a car accident staring at me. 

It struck me as odd but not completely unusual for a freckled, Caucasian redhead in Asia. I even thought, ‘wow, I need to blog about this weird reaction I’m getting.’

Then a kind woman literally pulled her motorcycle out of traffic to clue me in: I spent the last hour wandering around Bangkok with my skirt tucked in my underwear!

School Uniform

I am officially the proud possessor of two school uniforms, complete with a myriad of buttons, clips, belts, pins, and buckles that go…somewhere. I have never worn a school uniform before and the uniforms in Korean dramas don’t look nearly this complicated! My Thai friend just laughed when I looked at her in bafflement. 

But I am grateful she went shopping with me. Otherwise I would definitely not have known I needed the Law pin, or the separate belt buckle, or closed toed heels. All the study abroad office told me was, “Go buy a uniform at the bookstore.” 

Pictures to come once I figure out how to get the dang thing together! (I’m snipping off buttons and clipping other ones on and other such baffling stuff. I sure wish my Grandma lived closer!) 


Student I.D.

I said yesterday that I felt like I was missing something and possibly would discover I wasn’t registered for classes. I still kind of feel that way. Namely because, I remain without a student I.D.!

I was told in order to register for classes, I must have a student number. The student number would then get placed on a Student I.D. and allow me to access such perks as the university WiFi and the library. I dropped by the study abroad office today to inquire about when I could expect to receive my I.D.

The lady behind the front desk responded to my question as if I just insulted her mother. Student I.D.?! I should not expect it for weeks yet. Furthermore, (unspoken but implied) who did I think I was?! Asking for a student I.D. indeed! 

I apologized and started backing hastily away. Apparently our conversation reached one of her colleagues in the back, however, who immediately started saying something in Thai, followed by “Uh-me! Uh-me!” 

Assuming this meant me, I waited. Yes, he did want me. They had my I.D. almost ready! I just needed to fill out a brief form with some questions. 

The “brief form” took 20 minutes and mostly involved me demanding to know why the the university wanted to know the income of my parents or the number of my siblings yet in school. None of their business! After a great deal of hemming and hawing and conversations with others in Thai that might have involved me or might not have, we finally compromised and I submitted the form. 

Almost at once, an error page appeared. My handler looked at it for a few minutes and finally informed me,

“The website is down. Come back in a few days.”

“A few day?” I asked in surprise. Not like, 20 minutes? No, a few days. 

Before I left, though, there was the small matter of a photo to be glued to my I.D. Did I have one with me? I handed him a passport size picture. 

No, no! That was far too big. He needed a picture the size of my thumbnail. I told him I neither had such a photo nor knew where to get one. 

He looked shocked! Did I not have a picture of myself in the school uniform? 

Now I looked shocked! What school uniform? I was told I did not need one!

More conversations in Thai with the others in the office. More hemming and hawing. Finally, he concluded with “Come back in a few days” and all but shut the door in my face. 

So here I am! Still no access to WiFi or the library. I wish I knew if a few days meant “Friday” or “Monday” or some other time yet! Based on the attitude of those in the office, I am sure I will get it wrong!