Dress Code
Moving from elementary school to middle school is a huge, scary change. From having seven classes a day to no recess it’s a very stressful adjustment. I wasn’t prepared, though, for the most stressful change to be my wardrobe.
Every year the 90-degree days of August roll around, the masses of students in grade school groan about the inevitable end of our three months of freedom. As much as I dreaded being locked in a prison for seven hours a day five days a week, when August rolled around I was overjoyed. This was the time that my mom would wake me up at 8 am to the smell of burnt waffles (mom’s cooking needs some help) and the long awaited sentence “Anna wake up; we are going back-to-school clothes shopping” was spoken. I stayed undeniably excited about August until middle school rolled around.
September 9, 2008 marked the first day that my life was taken over by a tyrant named Public School Dress Code. Being eleven years old, it put me in awe that someone else would now be deciding how I dressed myself without even implementing uniforms. During this time the song “Pants on the Ground” was popular because boys enjoyed wearing their pants low and displaying their favorite pair of boxers, which in return caused our school district to reassess the dress code. Our …show more content…
This also meant that the 80 to 90 degrees had returned and our vice principle would begin trolling through the halls and classrooms targeting girls for dress code violations. These usually consisted of shorts being too short or shirts showing too much cleavage. It did however, astound me that nine out of ten people in the office forced to change into old baggy sweat pants were girls and not the boys who had their pants barely on. Despite the high crime rate amongst the females I had steered clear of punishment to this
Moving from elementary school to middle school is a huge, scary change. From having seven classes a day to no recess it’s a very stressful adjustment. I wasn’t prepared, though, for the most stressful change to be my wardrobe.
Every year the 90-degree days of August roll around, the masses of students in grade school groan about the inevitable end of our three months of freedom. As much as I dreaded being locked in a prison for seven hours a day five days a week, when August rolled around I was overjoyed. This was the time that my mom would wake me up at 8 am to the smell of burnt waffles (mom’s cooking needs some help) and the long awaited sentence “Anna wake up; we are going back-to-school clothes shopping” was spoken. I stayed undeniably excited about August until middle school rolled around.
September 9, 2008 marked the first day that my life was taken over by a tyrant named Public School Dress Code. Being eleven years old, it put me in awe that someone else would now be deciding how I dressed myself without even implementing uniforms. During this time the song “Pants on the Ground” was popular because boys enjoyed wearing their pants low and displaying their favorite pair of boxers, which in return caused our school district to reassess the dress code. Our …show more content…
This also meant that the 80 to 90 degrees had returned and our vice principle would begin trolling through the halls and classrooms targeting girls for dress code violations. These usually consisted of shorts being too short or shirts showing too much cleavage. It did however, astound me that nine out of ten people in the office forced to change into old baggy sweat pants were girls and not the boys who had their pants barely on. Despite the high crime rate amongst the females I had steered clear of punishment to this