Sunday, May 13, 2012

What a Dishonor

Along with other PTA Reflections local winners, Daughter has been invited to a school board meeting Tuesday for special recognition. At dinner the other night, I suggested it would be hilarious if she went to the meeting wearing a spaghetti-strap top, short shorts and flip flops. This attire is, of course, in direct violation of the dress code for school. But she wouldn't be going to school, would she?


Pete did me one better, and suggested that she instead wear that T-shirt we gave all students at her now-shuttered school at the end of the year. That's the one that says, "They closed my middle school and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."

Heh. Heh.

She was all over that. In fact, she even created her own design on a T-shirt along the lines of how her old school was the best and the new one sucks.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

The gist of her dance and the accompanying write-up notes, "Diversity means everyone. I dance for everyone. And no matter how hard your life is, like mine is at my new middle school, everyone can break through."

I don't know what she'll wear Tuesday night. I've explained to her how those people might take great offense if she politicizes it by what she wears. I also told her they'll believe she's just doing what I want or that I'm using her as a pawn.

She has no time for any of those people. In her mind, they ruined 8th grade not only for her but for all of her former classmates as well, and they did it for no reason other than they could.

So I don't know what she'll wear Tuesday night on the outside. But on the inside, I know she'll be wearing sadness and disappointment.

It's been a long year for her. Those people think it's been over for a very long time. Daughter and I know it's still going on.

1 comment:

Patois42 said...

Arriving at the board meeting, I noted many dressed up youngsters (think early grade school years). I suggested that Daughter zip up the hoodie she had so that only the letters of the school were visible. She did so, getting that it wasn't worth upsetting the nicely clad, eager-to-be-honored youngsters. By the time she got up to get her certificate when her name was called, she'd zipped it all the way up.

So, for those who think I might not have instilled a filter of good taste on my kids, you're wrong. Ha!


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