He’s like, “We were prepared for everything except the goddamn poodles.”
this song makes me happy
I’m the kind of friend who corrects everything wrong you say about Harry Potter.
So I guess you all have noticed that the episode names in Hannibal are always food from a specific country with season 1 being food from France and season 2 from Japan but imagine a season with German food:
This was the outfit I wore to school today. I spent forever doing my hair, made an effort to actually wear makeup, wore jewelry, the whole nine yards, which I seriously never do. I wanted to get away from the normal t-shirt and jeans I usually wear so that I could take cute pictures with the Seniors on their way out of high school for the last time.
If you’ll notice, the front of the skirt is more than halfway down my thigh and I even had shorts on underneath. There’s no way anyone was seeing anything under this skirt.
At my school we have a “knee length” rule for all bottoms. I got through periods 1 through 4 with not even a comment from a teacher or administrator. All I got was compliments from many students, which made me feel awesome about myself.
In lunch, I go to the vending machine to get water. The second I turn around, there’s the Principal right in my face. “Hi there, your skirt is very pretty, but it’s way too short.”
“Well Mr.Crouch, I am pretty tall, and—“
“But that’s not what matters. I’m saying that if the sheer fabric wasn’t there, the part underneath wouldn’t be legal. So you’ve got two options, you can either go to ISS, or change into something appropriate. What do you want to do?”
“Um, well I think I might have something. I’ll change.”
“Okay, and come right back and show me what you’ve changed into.”
I knew I didn’t have anything to change into, because I’d worn this skirt before with no trouble.
I went back to my table to finish my lunch, and shortly after he approached me again.
“I thought you were going to go change?”
“I will, I just wanted to finish my lunch first.”
“Alright. And when you change, go show the front office to see if they approve.”
Now we’re standing at the door waiting to be released from lunch. Bear in mind, this will be 3 times he’s approached me in maybe a 10 minute time span.
“Are you going to change?”
“Yes, I just want to let my 5th period teacher know where I am.”
“What’s your first name again?”
“And who’s your next teacher?”
“Well I’ll let Mrs. Solburg know you’re going to be a few minutes late to class, alright?”
So I went to class and let Mrs. Solburg know Mr. Crouch would be coming by soon because of my skirt and that I had no intentions of changing.
He walks in the classroom through the back entrance and says, apparently before scanning the room to see if I’m even in there, “Emily is going to be a few minutes late because she’s changing clothes. Oh, is she in here?”
“Make sure you change.”
He left, and I told my teacher that I didn’t have anything to change into. We looked in her closet and couldn’t find anything that normal people would wear that was both appropriate and matched what I was wearing. I told her to not worry about it, that I’d have my mom sign me out to go home.
When I hung up with my mom, here comes Mr. Crouch again. Mrs. Solburg tells him that I am signing out because I couldn’t find anything to change into.
“Oh, well she told me she had something to change into.”
“Mr. Crouch, I said that I might.”
“No, you said you had something.”
And he walked out.
Let’s count the things that were more wrong than my skirt, shall we?
1. Him approaching me twice while I was trying to eat in our already short lunch time
2. Him interrupting my theatre class twice just to tell me to change
3. The fact he said my skirt wouldn’t be “legal” without the sheer fabric, and also, why would I wear the skirt without the outer fabric?! It’s the whole skirt!
4. My friend Melissa had been trying to schedule a meeting with him since 2nd period to start up a donation drive for the suffering families in Oklahoma, and he was too busy following me around to help her
5. So many Seniors were dressed way more inappropriately than me with tank tops and booty shorts
6. I would have had to miss the Senior Walk even if I didn’t go home because I’d have been in ISS, so I didn’t get to say bye to all of my senior friends
7. I had to disrupt my mom at work to sign me out
8. I had to miss my last two classes when I had already been absent the previous day and needed to make up work
9. He singled me out to the extreme, embarrassed me, and made me cry in front of my class
10. My friend David wore shorts with a 5 inch inseam a few weeks ago and wasn’t even approached by an administrator. It was just shrugged off as him being a “silly boy”
11. He didn’t even want to hear what I had to say about being tall (proportions, man. Put my skirt on any short girl and it would be fine. They don’t make cute skirts that are knee length on a 5’11” girl. It just doesn’t happen.), and he completely dismissed me when I said that I told him I *might* have a change of clothes, even though it was the truth
If he put just half as much effort as he did checking up on me every 5 minutes into, maybe, /running a school/, then everyone probably wouldn’t hate it so much.
also pretty fucking gross that he was paying that much attention to your legs
how scandalous, jesus christ
you should post his name and the school, don’t do him a favor by keeping him anonymous, he’s being a creep and you can probably get him in a ton of trouble if you tell this to the right person (his superiors perhaps)
Tumblr: where vigilante justice is social justice, even when you are a spoilt brat when you openly flout the rules of the school and refuse to behave even when you are told to by the Principal themselves, and cry when you get caught, to the point where Tumblr thinks you should get the Principal fired for refusing to bend the rules to please you.
You’re in for a very rude wakeup call if you try this shit in the real world and not high school, little girl, if you think being scolded in front of your class is the worst consequence you can get if you openly defy figures of authority. Try your attitude with an employer or a police officer, then they can give you something to REALLY cry about.
Let me get this straight. You were knowingly violating the dress code, and it’s the principle’s fault for enforcing it? You ducked and avoided him and refused to tell him everything. You act like he was stalking you, but it sounds like he was misled by you at every opportunity. I bet if you just explained that you needed to call your mom or something this wouldn’t be a big deal. He’s the principle. IT’S LITERALLY HIS JOB TO ENFORCE THE RULES. He’s the guy in charge of the school. Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean that you’re excused from breaking dress code. The dress code is relative. My high school had a “no dress above the knees” rule, and that was not excused for girls who were tall. I knew a number of girls in high school who were tall, and they never had a problem sticking to the dress code and dressing nicely. YOU are the problem.
She got told.
not really tbh
What the fuck is wrong with people oh my god
I think it was a huge misunderstanding. The principal needs to enforce rules, and the students need to abide by them. Why do people have to get so angry at one another?
I don’t really understand american school dress codes because I am german and in a protestant school with church and all and no one says anything if a girls skirt is short. we have girls who wear skirts that just cover half of their thighs and when boys make inappropriate comments our principle calls on them and not the girls. like seriously what the fuck is wrong with you people?
Who else remembers when Harry just assumed Oliver Wood was a stick McGonagall was going to beat him with.
The Dursley’s really fucked him up