It's June. If God had wanted people to still be in school in June he would have...I can't think of anything, but I'm sure God never intended for people to still be in school in June. It's unnatural. To say things are running a bit ragged would be an understatement, but being around a large group of exhausted people provides unexpected comedy.
The school inexplicably sent a letter pointing out negative survey results about the school. Everyone knows that the only reasons to do a survey are to confirm what you already believe and to generate positive results that can be cherry-picked and selectively published. Any research professional will tell you this. Even if you get less than stellar results, it doesn't mean you need to tell anyone about them. And to make matters worse, some of the negative results that were circulated weren't even true, so they had to write a correction letter. Please, somebody tell me why anybody would falsely trash themselves.
The warm weather results in an inevitable collision between school dress and school dress code. The code says no shorts that end less than one inch above the knee. This arbitrary standard replaced the "must reach as far down as your fingertips" standard, which was not only arbitrary but variable. I liked that rule. Long-armed people have enough advantages in sports and getting things from high-up cabinets and a couple of extra inches on their shorts is good comeuppance.
The school combats too-short shorts with sweatpants. BIG sweatpants. During the recent warm spell, however, the administration ran out of sweatpants by 8:30 in the morning and was unable to cope with the influx of bare legs. My suggestions of covering the legs using duct tape or turning the class thermostats down to 60 degrees were both voted down and I last saw the principal rummaging through the athletic department storage closet while the legs run free. I guess the code is more like guidelines.
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