Most days I get this overwhelming feeling of joy and pride in knowing that I am well on my way to accomplishing my goals. It often hits me when I’m walking towards Times Square to catch the train to class that I am actually a fashion student and intern living in New York. That realization gives me the second wind to make it through class successfully after a long day of thankless, pay-less work. Today wasn’t one of those days. Today I had a case of the mean reds. If you are unfamiliar with Breakfast at Tiffany’s I’m sure that reference is lost on you. The mean reds are days that are worse than having the blues. It’s another way of saying: I’m really going through it today.