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March 11, 2009 27 Dresses*
When I interviewed for my job at a Catholic school, I wore my nicest charcoal-gray pantsuit and my St. Brigid's Cross. The cross won me a smile and approval from the principal, who teaches a course on the lives of the saints. Later, as I discussed details with the assistant principal, she said rather awkwardly that this was a "very traditional" school.
I nodded emphatically. Yes, yes, I supported that. Traditional.
She tried again. "I mean, we're very traditional. The girls all wear uniforms, so . . . "
I nodded some more. I had worn a uniform for most of my secondary education, and I had found it wonderfully freeing, I said. It was good for the students to have that kind of discipline, I said. I supported that, too.
She looked as though I were still missing something, and finally, she just came out and said it: "You look very nice, but if you were to teach here, you'd need to wear a dress every day."
Ohhhh. That kind of traditional.
It wasn't a problem, I said. I wore dresses a lot of the time anyway. This was true.
Buuuuut . . . there's something about being told you *have* to do something that makes you not want to do it, and over the years, the fact that I *have* to wear a dress (or skirt) every day has really started to get to me. About this time every year, 3/4 of the way through, I wake up and think, "If I have to wear one more stupid dress today, I'm going to scream!" Days when I don't feel so well, or it's below freezing outside, or (worst of all) days when there's a dress down day, and I could have worn pants, but I didn't know about it.
I understand their reasons for requiring a more professional look, and on principle, I think it's only fair, since the students also wear skirts every day. I also admire them for taking any kind of a sartorial stance, in an age where people can wear jeans and flip-flops to the office any day of the week. I see this as part of my uniform, the same way a Hooters waitress can't just wear baggy sweats or a modestly-cut skirt to work.
This morning, though, it hit me. I'm so tired of wearing dresses. I'm ready for summer right now.
*Okay, yes, I've seen the movie. But not on purpose. My cousin put it on, and while I did remain in the room, I was reading the entire time. I did not enjoy one moment of it.
I nodded emphatically. Yes, yes, I supported that. Traditional.
She tried again. "I mean, we're very traditional. The girls all wear uniforms, so . . . "
I nodded some more. I had worn a uniform for most of my secondary education, and I had found it wonderfully freeing, I said. It was good for the students to have that kind of discipline, I said. I supported that, too.
She looked as though I were still missing something, and finally, she just came out and said it: "You look very nice, but if you were to teach here, you'd need to wear a dress every day."
Ohhhh. That kind of traditional.
It wasn't a problem, I said. I wore dresses a lot of the time anyway. This was true.
Buuuuut . . . there's something about being told you *have* to do something that makes you not want to do it, and over the years, the fact that I *have* to wear a dress (or skirt) every day has really started to get to me. About this time every year, 3/4 of the way through, I wake up and think, "If I have to wear one more stupid dress today, I'm going to scream!" Days when I don't feel so well, or it's below freezing outside, or (worst of all) days when there's a dress down day, and I could have worn pants, but I didn't know about it.
I understand their reasons for requiring a more professional look, and on principle, I think it's only fair, since the students also wear skirts every day. I also admire them for taking any kind of a sartorial stance, in an age where people can wear jeans and flip-flops to the office any day of the week. I see this as part of my uniform, the same way a Hooters waitress can't just wear baggy sweats or a modestly-cut skirt to work.
This morning, though, it hit me. I'm so tired of wearing dresses. I'm ready for summer right now.
*Okay, yes, I've seen the movie. But not on purpose. My cousin put it on, and while I did remain in the room, I was reading the entire time. I did not enjoy one moment of it.
Categories: School Policies | Vices
School Policies | Vices
Reader Comments (1)
Do you remember when we petitioned in middle school to add pants to the uniform options? (I do think that uniforms were a lot simpler than a "dress code" which made it very difficult to choose what to wear every day. I got sent down the Principal's office many times for clearly not understanding "the spirit" of the dress code, resulting in new rules being added to the handbook.)
I want to know how your mind came up with Hooters waitresses when thinking about uniforms. :)