Uniforms fail to let student freely express themselves and it puts a restriction on showing their individuality. The cost of uniforms can get outrageous, and if a family has five or more kids that have a uniform enforced school, then they better not be planning on going on a vacation soon. I have never met a student who was all in for wearing uniforms. Students want to wear what they feel comfortable in and enjoy wearing. My entire senior year, I despised wearing the same polos every day.
It was just another regular school day of my life. But the following day wasn’t the same. As usual, I got up late disregarding my mother bashing the door which I intentionally locked up to sleep a few minutes more. I got fresh and ready for school. My mother made me a glass of almond milk which I half drank and half poured into the sink.
“Yes.” “You are playing with me, right?” “No… I am feeling…” She replied in beguiling voice and rolled her tongue along her lips. “Horny.” She added in the same tone. I lift her in my lap, looked into her eyes and spoke – “Baby I can’t take you to the guest house like this.” She tied me with her hands tightly. “I’ll go only like this. Take me or drop me.” Somehow I hobbled for a few meters and then she pleaded –“My sweetu, bring me down.
You remember Boy’s words. His voice would get high if he were angry. Why did he touch me there? “Touch me!” you shout out suddenly. “Boy!
I was eating my sweetened oatmeal for breakfast, Mom said, “ Have a nice day, sweetie.” I replied saying, “ Ok, you too.” I had to finish coloring the last of my summer homework at the last minute. I wish I had finished coloring my homework over the summer instead of playing games. Mom and I were walking
Is my hair too much? I often asked those same three questions every day before I allowed myself to step one foot outside of the house. For ten years, my mom always platted, or two-strand twisted my hair and matched my barrettes to whatever color she wanted me to wear to school that day. Waking up this morning was the first time in ten years that I got to make that decision. Thinking about the first day of sixth grade had given me butterflies the entire summer, and I was ready to do something about it.
But when you 're a new kid in a small district, everyone notices. You might as well be wearing a sign, screaming "HEY I AM NEW HERE", plastered to your shirt. Today, I wore an outfit I had gotten while shopping with Emily. I had spent the majority of my morning fussing over Emily 's makeup and my own. Finally, we had gotten on the school bus.
I didn’t know if I had school the next day or not because of the snow, so I took a risk and stayed up really late. It turned out we did have school, so early in the morning I got up and started getting my things ready for school, and then headed down to the bus stop. I got to my first Period, and immediately put my head down trying to get some sleep. It was almost instant that I was asleep, but I guess it was too obvious. The teacher saw me, and called me out in front of the class for sleeping.
I eventually hauled my body over to my wardrobe and picked out a pair of skinny jeans and a blue t-shirt from my ‘suitable for school’ drawer. I slipped them on and dashed down the stairs, ready to shovel in my breakfast before school. After inhaling my morning breakfast, I was about to run out the door with my bag when my mother shouted after me, “wait!” She sprang up from her chair, nearly knocking
I would wait a couple minutes for her to go to the kitchen and eat and go straight to her bedroom and check her bookbag. Check all of her notebooks and books and see what was new and pretend i was reading even though I didn't know how to. I was always excited to learn about school that's all I cared about when I was growing up. Watch my sister going to school since I couldn't because of my age was such a good motivating to me to be anxious to start school to grow up and do big things. This was just the start of how I started to look up to my sister.