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Kids have been defying school dress codes for years. I remember wearing a T-shirt in junior high school which was a play on the logo of the Italian sports apparel line Kappa.
Instead of a couple sitting back-to-back, they were stradling each other and the shirt said "Hoppa." Straight to the vice-principal's office for me and a wardrobe change.
Seems that some kids up in Riverdale are having trouble keeping their pants up.
I found this letter on The Smoking Gun. It was sent home from the school head at Alexandria County Day School in Virginia. In September, 2004, the faculty threw a Mexican "fiesta" and margaritas were served. The leftovers were stored in the cafeteria and, when the kitchen staff ran out of milk the next day, "limeaid" was substituted. This is some mea culpa.
It was Valentine's Day, 1980. I was in Ms. Swickle’s fourth grade class at P.S. Six in Woodmere. It was the same year Carole Brussel cried when Mark Golden egged Swickle on for more homework. She said she couldn’t handle “the pressure.” Jesus. We were in fourth grade.
My mother used to send me off to school with healthy snacks in my lunch -- sometimes carrot or celery sticks, sometimes sliced cucumbers or bell peppers. But my favorite -- my absolute favorite - was English peas in the pod. It was those damn peas that got me into hot water.
Click on the letter to see why.
