by Sophia
As you probably know school deans can do things that we do not, and probably never will understand. Yesterday, a cold rainy Friday, I was joyfully walking back to class energized after a surprise school rally. I know it's dorky but school spirit always puts me in a great mood. On my way back to class I was stopped by the Dean of Women, who take note is also my teacher for Personal Fitness. As she carefully inspects my outfit- a black boyfriend blazer with the cuffs rolled just above the wrist, the school's white polo, a khaki skirt (three inches above the knee), black tights, tan oxfords, topped with a heavy red wool scarf folded around my neck and a tortoise headband- she was looking to bust me for something. She grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me to the side, just as a cop would stop a speeding car on the freeway. I knew I was not speeding but I also knew she would not let me go until she got me for something. Then she proceeded to ask me my year and my name, obviously she had no idea who I was, though I have been in her class for the last month. She told me that "we are not really a blazer kind of school" and that "we do not use scarfs as accessories." When I said I thought we were aloud to wear jackets and scarfs when it is cold she said technically we were and repeated "we are not really a blazer place." Then she said that I might want to rethink what I wear on cold days and that I should work on dressing more "blah" but I could keep the outfit on for the rest of the day. Hopefully this is not the end of my crazy outfits but I might have to tone it down for a while.
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