Friday, May 21, 2004
The Dress Code
My crusty old vice principal hands me a blue slip. This paper is something I invented. It was a way to identify a student that has violated the dress code without the student knowing where it came from. I place a blue slip in the attendance folder for each homeroom teacher. When they see that a student has really done a number on the dress code they write the student's name down and the violation and put the slip back in the folder without anyone knowing.
The vice principal, Jack, says that he has problems with this parent and hands it to me. I call the student down. She is an adopted child; an African-American girl that is beautiful in every way. She wears contacts which make her eyes look a light brown. she has a full figure and she is very athletic; toned muscles under her dark skin. She walked into the office with shorts and a top that matched. The shorts did not successfully cover her butt cheeks. There is not fat on this girl; just toned dark brown muscles. Her top had metal clasps that revealed that she wore nothing underneath. you could see her skin from her neck to her naval.
I said to her that she had to chance her clothes and wisely had a female secretary in the room with me. Patrice said that other girls were wearing the same length shorts and that I shouldn't punish her until they were taken care of. I told her that those girls, wherever they were, would be taken care of and that they had nothing to do with her decision to put that outfit on today. I asked her to change her clothes anyway and she said she would and left. We told her to come back to the office to check out the new outfit. Brigida, the secretary, said she didn't think she would return.
Brigida was right, so I called her down again. She had not changed, so I sent her to the ISS room and tried to reach her mother. I called her home phone, work phone, and cell phone with no success. Finally, I left a message at home.
After a few hours I sent for Patrice and she came to the office. I sat her down and reasoned with her. I could tell she was thinking about it. I had written up her referral but did not tell her. I said, "What's the use of sitting in ISS when you can go to class if you change?"
Patrice thinks and finally relents. She says she will chang if she can get into the girl's locker room. I arrange that and she changes into shorts that are not much longer but they cover her butt at least.
Later, Jack comes back from the lunch I never get and asks about her. I tell him that it is all taken care of and I ripped up the referral notice. About that time my secretary said I had a call from the girl's mother. I braced myself for a difficult conversation. The mother was appologetic because she told Patrice not to wear that outfit. She was so embarrassed and appologized again. I went out to Jack and told him and he said that if he were taking care of the problem the she would be yelling at him. I rest my case.
The vice principal, Jack, says that he has problems with this parent and hands it to me. I call the student down. She is an adopted child; an African-American girl that is beautiful in every way. She wears contacts which make her eyes look a light brown. she has a full figure and she is very athletic; toned muscles under her dark skin. She walked into the office with shorts and a top that matched. The shorts did not successfully cover her butt cheeks. There is not fat on this girl; just toned dark brown muscles. Her top had metal clasps that revealed that she wore nothing underneath. you could see her skin from her neck to her naval.
I said to her that she had to chance her clothes and wisely had a female secretary in the room with me. Patrice said that other girls were wearing the same length shorts and that I shouldn't punish her until they were taken care of. I told her that those girls, wherever they were, would be taken care of and that they had nothing to do with her decision to put that outfit on today. I asked her to change her clothes anyway and she said she would and left. We told her to come back to the office to check out the new outfit. Brigida, the secretary, said she didn't think she would return.
Brigida was right, so I called her down again. She had not changed, so I sent her to the ISS room and tried to reach her mother. I called her home phone, work phone, and cell phone with no success. Finally, I left a message at home.
After a few hours I sent for Patrice and she came to the office. I sat her down and reasoned with her. I could tell she was thinking about it. I had written up her referral but did not tell her. I said, "What's the use of sitting in ISS when you can go to class if you change?"
Patrice thinks and finally relents. She says she will chang if she can get into the girl's locker room. I arrange that and she changes into shorts that are not much longer but they cover her butt at least.
Later, Jack comes back from the lunch I never get and asks about her. I tell him that it is all taken care of and I ripped up the referral notice. About that time my secretary said I had a call from the girl's mother. I braced myself for a difficult conversation. The mother was appologetic because she told Patrice not to wear that outfit. She was so embarrassed and appologized again. I went out to Jack and told him and he said that if he were taking care of the problem the she would be yelling at him. I rest my case.
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