Rules suck. I am reminded of that as I entertain myself on my Blackberry standing in a hall way full of loud Sophomores. Fill out these pages. No, I can’t give you this form until you complete those. Ok, I’m done, can I have that page now? Uh, no we haven’t started yet. So I will have to get back in line to wait for a form that I could get from you now? Yes, those are the rules.
Loud screech on th PA system. IF YOU ARE NOT WITHIN DRESS CODE, YOU WILL NOT BE PERMITTED ENTRANCE. THOSE ARE THE RULES.
So me, a walking contradiction to the dress code, feels like I did the first day I went to high school so many moons ago.
So now I have to worry about my tattoos, piercings and clothes? As an adult? Eff the rules. Eff high school.
I took off my stripper shoes in lieu of my flip flops before I came in. WTF? I can’t change who I am.
Quite honestly, even if I could I wouldn’t. I rock.
Screw the rules!