Last Tuesday, Latin class. My Latin teacher overheard something (it was ot very kind to hear) in class. We later talked about it. We came to some understanding. There was no more reason for me to burn Latin dictionaries in effigy.
Problem solved, right? Nope.
On Monday, I get an escort to the deans office to learn that I have been suspended for one day regarding this whole incident. My Latin teacher wanted to keep some sort of record with the dean’s office, so she sent a memo down. She did not request anything in the way of punishment.
I can cope with this. It did not exactly epitomize intelligence to say what I said about my Latin teacher in more than hushed tones, in her classroom, and without checking behind my back. Luckily no tests to get zeroes on, no biggie. Work better with teachers, try to communicate with them regarding problems instead of bitching to other students. Lesson learned.
Today, I wore shorts and a polo shirt, despite it being a tad-bit chilly. Coming home from school, my father informs me that, apparently, wearing shorts and a polo shirt is another manifestation of self-destructive behavior.
What the fuck?
Shorts, sandals, short sleeve shirt=self destructive behavior?
He goes on to rant about my involvment in a rescue organization etc, “If you had to rescue a hiker suffering from hypothermia because of trying to do a 14’er in shorts and a polo shirt, you would probably think that what they did was pretty dangerous and self destructive, right?”
Yet, again, I have missed this leap in logic. The last time I went to school, I felt safe enough in that environment to leave my A-pack at home (water, food, W/B shells, etc.).
This leads to the next obvious statement, “I know that you enjoy rock climbing, but your mother and I both seem to pretty strongly correlate this with your self destructive behavior, and unless you start to wear more appropriate clothing, perhaps you shouldn’t be allowed to participate in rock climbing, your rescue patrol, etc.”
What the fuck?
Here’s a clue to the parents of America.
What’s wrong with today’s youth? I do not know, but you probably are not going to find it in the clothes they wear, the mucic they listen too, the way they talk, who they socialize with, and what sports they do on their weekends. It’s like the parents of children who committed suicide and listened to Judas Priest. They seemed to believe that their children were perfectly happy and well adjusted people, except for the music which drove them to kill themselves. If only we could stay by out shildren and protect them from the evils of shorts and sandals.
There are no ther problems with society and youth.
Once the superficial evils have been tamed, everything else has just been taken care of.
If anyone can explain any of this to me, I sure would appreciate it.
Thanks, threemae
