Thursday, September 1, 2011

Day 7: Creative Learning/ Dress Code

     Black tube skirt, tribal long sleeved shirt, sandals (all from Nordstrom).
     Today I learned where everything is on the front of my body.  See those peices of tape on my face and clothes? (Those are peices of tape by the way) Those are labels for the anotomical form of every part of the front of your body.  I was lucky enough to have to wear these lovely labels to lunch today for extra credit.
     I wonder if I could get a dress cut for "improper use of tape"?  Nowadays, you can get a dress cut for anything.  If Mother Theresa walked onto campus, I'm sure there would be something on her that the administration would find inappropriate for school. 
     I'm not trying to bad mouth the admins.  Lets get that straight.  I'm simply suggesting that their form of disipline is a little bit unreealistic and so strongly enforced that some people are afraid to come to school.  Could you imagine being a poor little freshman and your principal coming up to you, asking you to put your fingertips at your side, and then proceeding to give you a dress cut during the first week of school?  That's their impression of what the school is now: A bunch of authorities walking around looking you up and down as if you're at some type of prison camp.  Its a little intimidating.
     I do, indeed, feel a little prisioner-like.  I'm always looking over my shoulder to make sure the principal isn't right behind me.  Even though I follow the dress code (out of fear), I still have a strange fear associated with the admins, also known as the people who were put in charge to make school a pleasent, joyful experience.  Now, I'm just scared and angry with them.
     I'm not saying that girls should be allowed to wear booty shorts and strapless bandeaus to school, but the two-inch inseam rule from last year seemed pretty appropriate to me, that way no butts are hanging out and crotches are secure.
     I'm not the kind of person who is all talk and no action.  If the principal ever does try to dress cut me, I'll take that chance to try to share the students side of this situation, even if it gets me in trouble.  I stood up last year for the "I <3 Boobies" braclets and got my way then, and hopefully the same method of calm communication will work again. 
     If not... Wish me luck in real Monte Vista prison: DETENTION.

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