You know, when I was in high school always knew that my principal was a on a bit of a power trip. Unfortunately, back then I worked for the machine. (I was the valedictorian, varsity softball captain, etc. Yeah, I was that annoying kid.) I wish that I had dyed my hair blue, like I always wanted to. But, I expressed myself by dating guys who questioned the rules instead. But, I digress. Go check out the dress code at my former high school. It's ridiculous. I don't think that I have any clothes that would match these guidelines. Well, not that I wear very often. My husband doesn't either.
It makes me want to get a job there and then sue them for firing me when I dye my hair blue. It goes to show that in most high schools, we're teaching our kids not to think. I'm all for safety, but what does having an eyebrow piercing have to do with safety? Who cares if a kid's hair is pink and in a mohawk. Let's all look alike so that we call all unquestioningly do what G.W. asks. Because the principal does, I'm sure.
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