sorcyress | Slacking in school, as per usual

Uhm. Yeah. Happy belated mothers day to

fishgreenlittle, who I haven't been talking to long enough to remember she's a mommy!

Anywho. Senioritis has hit me pretty badly, but most of my classes don't actually have any work to do anyways. We're reading a story in German class that is progressing at about a snails pace --mainly because a lot of the kids in my german class are morons.

I've got a whole bunch of shtuff to do. I'm thinking of starting up with a set of 43 folders, mostly because it's a cool idea. 43 folders is basically a set up for getting stuff done, you get 12 hanging folders (one for each month) and put 31 manilla folders (one for each day) in the first one. Then, as each day goes by, you put the manilla folder into the next months folder. Toss stuff that needs to get done on that day into that days folder, as well as other shtuff --if you have tickets to a play on the 21st, you dump them in that days folder ferinstance.

It's also slightly boggling to realize that my little orange indexcard book, which I love above all others (well, a lot of other notebooks at least) is essentially just an extrememly high class HPDA. I should post piccies.

Uhm. Yeah. If you're Tho, you probably went all bouncy-squee at those last two paragraphs. If you're anyone else, you probably just ignored it. That's about the right thing to do.

Otherstuff...Oh! I gave blood on Saturday, and unlike my last bloodgiving expiriment, where I fainted a lot at the end and took forever to recover, this one went by really fabulously. I pretty much just skipped the entire "gonna be fainting now oh hi floor" part and went straight into "Yay, the world is awesome WHEEE!" part. So that was pretty good.

And of course, I got green tape, because that is the awesomest colour. Yay me!

Mum's back from her cruising around the south pacific. I'm sure better accounts of that will show up in her journal shortly.

Only nine days left in school, and two of them don't even have any class. I'm somewhat psyched about this.

I am decidedly un-psyched about graduation though, mostly because of the stupid ass-requierments they have for walking across the stage as a girl.

I have to wear a skirt.
I can't wear sneakers.
I have to wear white or other light pastel colour.

I
Am
going
To
STAB
Something.

Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. This is especially a problem as I don't own a white skirt or dress (And REALLY don't intend to) and I don't own white shoes, nor do I ESPECIALLY intend not to wear white shoes that aren't sneakers.

(I also apparently have to wear hose, but I dismissed that without even thinking, since I will skip walking the stage entierly before I put on hose. Or shave my legs. If they don't like it, they can suck my big fat nonexistent dick. It costs a WHOLE lot more then a diploma to make me wear pantyhose.)

Soyeah. I'm thinking I'm going to be hitting up the local thrift store a bunch, nevermind that I'm broke out of my mind (I owe mom HOW much?), looking desperately for something I can wear. I may also see if the tears matched with "I'm broke!" works on our sponsers for getting me out of the shoe problem.

(And may I note that my mother does not own any of this shit either, and it's rediculous to try and find something that I'll just hand down to Aly since she's half a foot taller then me.)

Again, I'm pissed. If I didn't care about walking across stage, this wouldn't be a problem. But I really do. So I have to find this white nonsense.

And a very large part of me wants to wear the shitty white, then pull off my robe and roll in the grass the second I'm free. Mmmmm,green. Green is a nice colour.

Yeah, bell's gonna ring soon, so I better go. I'll rant more later.

~Sorcy
MOOP!

PS: If you desperately want a proper graduation announcement from me, and suspect you are not on my list, drop a comment to that extent.

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hate to side with the grown-ups, here, but some battles just aren't worth fighting.

[or maybe that's just my had-to-wear-a-tie-every-single-day-in-high-school side talking.]

the goal is the diploma. grin and bear it, get across the stage, get the paper, get through the ceremony intact, get on to boston. you're probably going to want to hang around and get some pictures taken with your friends afterwards, and you can't do that if you've been kicked off the premises. nor do you want to be the one who has to say "can we take a picture or two without everyone else holding up their diplomas? because i didn't actually get mine today."

remember, this is an official ceremony on private property. they're not stifling your right to free expression, because you don't actually have that right in these circumstances. they can say that everyone has to wear a kilt and fishnet stockings and carry a haddock if they want to. (which would actually make for a stunningly cool senior portrait, in my opinion). in the end, it's their party. you've earned a spot on the guest list, but it's a privilege, not a right, and they're completely justified in revoking it if you show contempt for the rules.

on the other hand: doesn't mean you have to like it.

but, seriously. ten years from now, twenty, thirty, it's so not going to matter. there may even come a day when you're glad to be in as many different family photo albums as you are -- specifically because they wanted a picture of their niece/godson/granddaughter with you in your nice outfit -- instead of balking at taking a picture of the troublemaker in the duct tape and construction paper who was trying to make some kind of "statement."

most importantly: at some point in your nascent young adulthood, you're eventually going to have to appear before a judge. or go on a job interview. or need a bank loan. or talk your way through a grant application. or in some other way be placed in an unfair situation where someone with power, someone old-fashioned, someone with traditional expectations and values, will be the one making a decision that will affect your future, and at least part of that decision will be based on how you present yourself. in that circumstance, so-called church clothes -- a conservative outfit, in white or other light pastel colors, comprised entirely of girl clothes (most likely including both a skirt and, yes, pantyhose) -- will be worth more to you than you can possibly imagine. no, it's not fair. yes, it sucks. but it's the way the game will continue to be rigged for some time to come, and sometimes you have to ride the dragon instead of trying to slay it.

my $.02: see about getting a graduation gift parlayed into a gift card a few days before the ceremony rather than after. and make sure the dress is something you can twirl in. :)

Well, first off, it's a fake diploma, and we don't even get our real one backstage, like normal. This year, we get our diploma's by coming back to the school the next day. Which sucks.

Second off, ninty percent of my annoyence isn't at the fact that I have to dress like a girl. I like skirts well enough, and, while dressing up is the only time that I feel my age (ie, awkward and seventeen as opposed to awkward and twenty-something), I don't mind doing it when I must.

But I hate white clothes. It's an outdoor reception at Merriweather --if it's rained recently, there's going to be mud everywhere. If it's been dry, there's going to be dust. My prim and pristine white clothes aren't going to stay that way for very long.

When I need to dress like an adult, I will, for any of those situations you listed and more. But I will dress like an adult in practical (ie, dark) colours, and more importantly, the colour will be my choice. Forcing us to wear white is awful --yes, they're the ones in charge, but it's just a really shitty colour for clothes.

Especially since the boys get to wear bright frigging purple. This is not the first time that I have wondered if Nathen made the right choice.

~Sor

Yeah, and I kinda don't own anything white, or hose, or WHITE FRIGGING GIRLS SHOES (*stabdieaug*) and I'm kinda sorta broke. Like, fifty dollars in debt to my mother broke.

Soyeah.

I'm gonna walk, and I'm not going to get kicked out. I'm not totally stupid. But I really really really hate it. It's sexist, and it just plain sucks!

~Sor

here's the thing about the "cinderella" archetype, and the fairy godparent trope in particular: deeply coiled inside the dna of our species is a secret craving to be the one who shows up out of nowhere with a pretty dress and some nice shoes for the (deserving, modest, and worthy) girl who doesn't have them and can't procure them herself, just when she needs them the most. you can't fight it. show the most bitter, twisted, abused, misogynist, PTSD, anti-happy ending person on earth that scene in always when holly hunter gets her present, sees the dress and the shoes, and looks up at richard dreyfuss with perfect love in her eyes and squeals "GIRL clothes!" and i guarantee their eyes will at least mist, if not go all niagara on you.

if you're willing to trade, for instance, two xbox games worth of prezzie for a day at de mall (or one game for a trip to the thrift shop) in the name of $GIRLY, and you make sure your parents are cognizant of the fact that you don't just want this to happen but are genuinely willing to give up something you'd much rather have, then the question, if it gets poised to them, by friend, relative, or fairy, of "what should i get katters for graduation?" has a quick answer ("take her shopping. soon. in fact, how's tonight?") ready to deploy. might seem like a hassle to ask of them, but remember: we're talking dna here.

then there's that whole "posting your shoe and dress size on teh intarwebs" thing, in case a fairy samaritan out there can loan you some garb for an afternoon. but that might be tempting fate, seeing how you know ABSOLUTELY NOBODY who does costuming, or goes to formal events, or has several closets worth of period garb covering several decades of fashion. much less several somebodies.

of course, you could also always offer services in trade, if you didn't want to leverage the graduation prezzie karma. but then, you'd need to know a costumer who'd be willing to trade an evening of babysitting for letting you raid her costume closet, and maybe a turn or two on her sewing machine. or something.

as a fallback position, i love the tie-dye idea. but i can also promise the next four years will provide at least one opportunity (if not several) to deploy a white skirt/dress, should you manage to achieve one. good luck with it.

you know ABSOLUTELY NOBODY who does costuming, or goes to formal events, or has several closets worth of period garb covering several decades of fashion.

Did you forget your <sarcasm></sarcasm> tags?

I found some over here in the corner... ;-)

Slacking in school, as per usual

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Oh, and Postscript:

and if you're really good, audrey hepburn will meet you in the afterlife and give you a haircut.

Re: and if you're really good, audrey hepburn will meet you in the afterlife and give you a haircut.