fourteen days
My school is having a uniform blitz. “OHS!” they cry, and my principal even used a driving analogy. “I’m sure that when the speed limit is sixty, none of you drive at seventy.”
I almost cracked up laughing in front of the whole assembly.
Today I got busted for wearing non-regulation shoes. “You know what?” I said, and my ex-chemistry teacher/head teacher administration/all round good but bludgy guy asked “What?”
“I’m just going to wear these shoes for the next fourteen days, what are you going to do about it?”
“Give you a blue slip.”
I snatched it out of his hand and walked away, clicking in my hush puppy, non-regulation flats. Ooooooh a blue slip. Fuck you for trying to make my last fourteen days shit.
Obviously I am a little bitter about this, though I’m not quite sure why. Maybe if I wake up on the right side of bed tomorrow morning I’ll put some “safe” shoes on. Bastards.