Inspiration Blog
You can call me Eileen.
I am 17 Year old Girl I Believe, whose obsessed with Silent hill and Homestuck with many other interests.
You can call me Eileen.
I am 17 Year old Girl I Believe, whose obsessed with Silent hill and Homestuck with many other interests.
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This was the outfit I wore to school today. I spent forever doing my hair, made an effort to actually wear makeup, wore jewelry, the whole nine yards, which I seriously never do. I wanted to get away from the normal t-shirt and jeans I usually wear so that I could take cute pictures with the Seniors on their way out of high school for the last time.
If you’ll notice, the front of the skirt is more than halfway down my thigh and I even had shorts on underneath. There’s no way anyone was seeing anything under this skirt.
At my school we have a “knee length” rule for all bottoms. I got through periods 1 through 4 with not even a comment from a teacher or administrator. All I got was compliments from many students, which made me feel awesome about myself.
In lunch, I go to the vending machine to get water. The second I turn around, there’s the Principal right in my face. “Hi there, your skirt is very pretty, but it’s way too short.”
“Well Mr.Crouch, I am pretty tall, and—“
“But that’s not what matters. I’m saying that if the sheer fabric wasn’t there, the part underneath wouldn’t be legal. So you’ve got two options, you can either go to ISS, or change into something appropriate. What do you want to do?”
“Um, well I think I might have something. I’ll change.”
“Okay, and come right back and show me what you’ve changed into.”
I knew I didn’t have anything to change into, because I’d worn this skirt before with no trouble.
I went back to my table to finish my lunch, and shortly after he approached me again.
“I thought you were going to go change?”
“I will, I just wanted to finish my lunch first.”
“Alright. And when you change, go show the front office to see if they approve.”
Now we’re standing at the door waiting to be released from lunch. Bear in mind, this will be 3 times he’s approached me in maybe a 10 minute time span.
“Are you going to change?”
“Yes, I just want to let my 5th period teacher know where I am.”
“What’s your first name again?”
“Emily.”
“And who’s your next teacher?”
“Mrs. Solburg.”
“Which one?”
“Drama.”
“Well I’ll let Mrs. Solburg know you’re going to be a few minutes late to class, alright?”
“Okay…”
So I went to class and let Mrs. Solburg know Mr. Crouch would be coming by soon because of my skirt and that I had no intentions of changing.
He walks in the classroom through the back entrance and says, apparently before scanning the room to see if I’m even in there, “Emily is going to be a few minutes late because she’s changing clothes. Oh, is she in here?”
Duh.
“Make sure you change.”
“Alright.”
He left, and I told my teacher that I didn’t have anything to change into. We looked in her closet and couldn’t find anything that normal people would wear that was both appropriate and matched what I was wearing. I told her to not worry about it, that I’d have my mom sign me out to go home.
When I hung up with my mom, here comes Mr. Crouch again. Mrs. Solburg tells him that I am signing out because I couldn’t find anything to change into.
“Oh, well she told me she had something to change into.”
“Mr. Crouch, I said that I might.”
“No, you said you had something.”
And he walked out.
Let’s count the things that were more wrong than my skirt, shall we?
1. Him approaching me twice while I was trying to eat in our already short lunch time
2. Him interrupting my theatre class twice just to tell me to change
3. The fact he said my skirt wouldn’t be “legal” without the sheer fabric, and also, why would I wear the skirt without the outer fabric?! It’s the whole skirt!
4. My friend Melissa had been trying to schedule a meeting with him since 2nd period to start up a donation drive for the suffering families in Oklahoma, and he was too busy following me around to help her
5. So many Seniors were dressed way more inappropriately than me with tank tops and booty shorts
6. I would have had to miss the Senior Walk even if I didn’t go home because I’d have been in ISS, so I didn’t get to say bye to all of my senior friends
7. I had to disrupt my mom at work to sign me out
8. I had to miss my last two classes when I had already been absent the previous day and needed to make up work
9. He singled me out to the extreme, embarrassed me, and made me cry in front of my class
10. My friend David wore shorts with a 5 inch inseam a few weeks ago and wasn’t even approached by an administrator. It was just shrugged off as him being a “silly boy”
11. He didn’t even want to hear what I had to say about being tall (proportions, man. Put my skirt on any short girl and it would be fine. They don’t make cute skirts that are knee length on a 5’11” girl. It just doesn’t happen.), and he completely dismissed me when I said that I told him I *might* have a change of clothes, even though it was the truth
If he put just half as much effort as he did checking up on me every 5 minutes into, maybe, /running a school/, then everyone probably wouldn’t hate it so much.
Absolutely ridiculous.
It’s stories like this and my own personal experiences that just make me so jumpy and uncomfortable around security or administration. They preach respect but refuse to give you any regardless of how you act and besides that they single certain people out. It’s horrible.
oh goodness i am so with you on that one, i know exactly how you feel
one of my teachers decided to lie about me, saying that i threatened her and that basically ruined whatever remote shard of motivation i had in me to succeed this school year because now whenever i’m walking around the campus, all the authority figures that were involved give me the most hateful accusatory look and it’s the worst thing because i know that there’s no way that i’ll ever convince them of the truth, of the fact that i never have and would never knowingly do such a thing to a teacher, that i am so much more afraid and continue to be so much more afraid of that wretched woman than i could possibly ever make her feel of me because she yells at and mocks and degrades her classroom so openly it’s sickening and half the time i’m convinced that everyone simply pretends to like her and says that she’s a good teacher just so they can avoid her ceaseless wrath because she’s even gone far enough to threaten students and/or make threatening gestures at them and it’s just very disturbing to me that she gets away with it yet lies about me doing the same thing to her and now almost the entire school board is on my case like thank you but no i have enough problems in my life already i really really did not need this. and i noticed something peculiar too: when i asked her in what way i could have possibly made her feel threatened [you know, for future reference to ensure that i don’t have to deal with this kind of situation again,] she said that she ‘doesn’t like it when students come up to her desk after class for things because it makes her uncomfortable.’ at the time i bought it b/c there was enough going on already and i was holding off a panic attack because i was being stared down by everyone in the room except my mother, but later i realized that she’s done the same thing to me as far as personal space goes, because one day she asked why i never participated in class and i tried to explain it but she was looming over me and staring at me so hard that i started to panic and cry and then she asked me why i was crying and i couldn’t say anything else and she frickin stood there for a while watching me cry until someone called her over for help with a question and like, really??? you weren’t respecting my personal space so why the heck would you expect me to respect yours? [even though, mind you, i did] and even worse- there have been many days where students have gone up to her desk for things, coming even CLOSER than i had ever dared to go, and she was perfectly chill w/ it. like ‘hey, hi, whatcha need honey?’ kinda chill. but god forbid i walk within three feet of her desk to speak calmly and quietly [not loud and demanding like some classmates] yet of all these instances, i am the one who was ‘threatening’ her and no one else. and because of that, i’m doomed to walk the campus feeling like an unwanted criminal. as if i don’t usually feel bad enough as it is, what with being depressed and nervous and all. -sighs- i’m really terribly sorry to have ranted on this post, i’ll see myself outtie„, u c u”
I think we can all agree that high school staff are imbiciles](http://25.media.tumblr.com/d30e2e6b41473a129eb662515500d929/tumblr_mn8cernOxn1r8cwvdo1_500.jpg)
