My school colors were Green and Gold. Which meant that the guys got Green, and the girls got Fugliest Yellow Ever. Now, I don't wear yellow. Not ever, and most definitely not such that my family was going to get photographic evidence of me in a color that I look like a jaundiced corpse in. Therefore, I spent my graduation at a picnic about 15 miles away. I was told I didn't miss much, and at least one person reported getting in trouble for snoring too loudly. No regrets, and my mother got her jollies in a perfectly respectable black when I graduated from college. (Actually, I cheated there too, and went to the department graduation only, which was much later in the day and much shorter.)
That said, I was a transfer in my senior year, therefore I basically didn't have any friends that I wanted to share the experience with. I suspect that may have made much of a difference in my grand enjoyment of omission.
Do they not make you wear silly robes that pretty much cover up what's under them anyway? If so, does the aforementioned respectable skirt have to be longer than the robes just so they know you're not naked under there?
What shoe size are you? If you're by chance 7.5, maybe I might be able to lend you a choice of white shoes that can variously pass for girly and/or respectable.
I actually voluntarily wear hose when I wear pumps, because otherwise they stick to my foot most obnoxiously, and annoy me far more than the hose ever do. (On the other hand, no power in the verse is yet to convince me to shave my legs. Just no.)
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That said, I was a transfer in my senior year, therefore I basically didn't have any friends that I wanted to share the experience with. I suspect that may have made much of a difference in my grand enjoyment of omission.
Do they not make you wear silly robes that pretty much cover up what's under them anyway? If so, does the aforementioned respectable skirt have to be longer than the robes just so they know you're not naked under there?
What shoe size are you? If you're by chance 7.5, maybe I might be able to lend you a choice of white shoes that can variously pass for girly and/or respectable.
I actually voluntarily wear hose when I wear pumps, because otherwise they stick to my foot most obnoxiously, and annoy me far more than the hose ever do. (On the other hand, no power in the verse is yet to convince me to shave my legs. Just no.)