Man, I don't know what April is whining about. Her uniform seems to have a million variations, whereas at my all-girls high school, we had next-to-none.
At Derham, we wore black jumpers, white socks, black-and-white saddleshoes, and in the winter, we could wear black pants and black sweaters or blazers over white blouses. That was it, folks. (And nametags, which we had to wear every day, color-coordinated to our class year -- mine was green.)
And my class was the last one allowed to wear colored blouses under our jumpers -- the classes coming in to school after us all had to wear white blouses only. Every year, another class who were allowed to wear colorful blouses graduated and the school got a little bleaker. By our senior year, my class looked like little flowers buzzing around in a black-and-white movie.
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Ok, enough already about April! We need to see something about Ellie and Liz!!
Amen! I'm sick of April!
I caught a glance of next week's run, and it's all April and her friend, The Slutty Star Hog!
Hah. April has nothing to whine about. At my (all-girl's, Catholic) high school, we had no variations. Navy blue pleated skirt, white middy blouse with navy blue & white striped cuffs and collar. We looked like sailors and hated it.
It looks like she is complaining about too many choices, not too few...
This storyline blows. Get with the program, Lynn!
Do you ever follow the monthly letters at the fbofw website? Do you buy Elizabeth's shut up and let me deal attitude on the attempted rape? It just still bothers me.
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