Yeah, we have this white little get-up that we have to wear to the hospitals. I didn't think it was for real. I was talking to my friends at lunch and I said, "I think it's stupid that we have to buy that white uniform! It's not like we are ever going to wear it to the hospital!" They looked at me kind of funny and said, "Honey, that's the uniform for clinicals..." I was like, "WHAT?!? I thought it was just for meetings, or nursing rituals, or something! OH MY GOD, WE WEAR IT IN PUBLIC?!?" They laughed and told me that I wasn't in a sorority anymore and there are no uniforms for rituals in nursing school. It kind of looks like what we wore to formal chapter though. It's a little creepy.
And, white? That's just stupid. It's going to look dirty in two seconds. I like it better than the polo and khakis though...at least it's made with my gender in mind.
We also have to tuck in that polo and I feel like I am walking around with a muffin top all day. I thought tucking in a shirt looked nice...it doesn't. I take it all back.
EDIT: Also, I have figured clothes didn't matter that much. However, I can tell you that I have a complex every Monday that someone is going to think that I am a dude. The waiter apparently just thought I was a big ol' lesbian, but he was only half right. And, it was the first time ever that my SO was embarrassed of how I looked. So, now I have this complex and dread of Mondays. All because of stupid khakis, a man's shirt, and shoes that seemed to have no particular gender in mind. So, clothes matter!...I don't like looking manly. One of my friends does kind of dress manly and binds her chest. She may be FTM, but she has never came out with it. She's a lesbian and is pretty masculine, but that's how she has always been. She always gets a kick when she sees me in my uniform because she knows how girlie I can be. She told me I look more comfortable and would be more successful on a horse in that outfit than the other crap she has seen me wear, but she said she couldn't handle my expression or self consciousness. And, when I held the door open for her, she said that she was a one-woman kind of gal and I was barking up the wrong tree. I hate my friends. I really do.