While my friend decided what me and her got convicted for in a math project we were doing, an administrator was called for me. The reason: holes in my jeans. As soon as I saw him darken the doorway and look my way, I knew. My friend was going crazy, thinking I was getting switched to another class. I calmed her down while I walked to the front of the class. "Do you know what you're here for?" he asked. "Yes, yes." I knew it all before. He looked at my knees, and I tried hard not to roll my eyes. "You're good," like he even had a doubt. Every time, I swear... "I wore these all the time last year," I say to make sure he doesn't waste his, and my, time again. When I sit down, my math teacher looks my way and says "The hole gets bigger when you wash them, you know. Watch out." Like I care.
I'm sorry if I'm sounding like Kenley, but today in PE we had to do something like a pacer, but WORSE.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Holes
Posted by Haven at 3:56 PM
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Whoah, they probably were checking you out to see if you were being neglected at home. Maybe it looks like your parents can't afford to clothe you.
No, there's a rule that you can't have holes in your jeans above your knees. It was on my knees, and it's very annoying. There's girls wearing miniskirts, and they're worrying about holes on jeans.
haha thats a funny rule
Sometimes teachers will mildly criticise popular and attractive students in order to provide a coverup for more genuine criticism of a different, more vulnerable student.
In other words, maybe it wasn't all real anyway.
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