Today was a Dress Your Best Day, for reasons I have still yet to figure out after two years we insist upon calling our non-uniform days this when really it's simply dressing down. We're training our students into a way of thinking that could result in them turning up at weddings in hoodies and going to funerals in fluorescent socks.
A colleague quipped that it was more like 'Dress Like a Tart Day', which I think was a little unfair on the majority of the students at our school. Admitedly there are a few girls who could cause servere nausea with their clothing - or lack thereof - but mostly it's quite sweet as they all try to dress up in what I presume are the latest fashions.
My own choice of attire was a Mr Bump T-Shirt, which is reference to my famous ability to fall over/trip over things. The only trouble was that with a hodded jacket round it some of the letters were obscured so it actually read as 'R. BUM', fortunately this was pointed out by a nice boy in my form so I was able to remove the jacket ahead of my year eleven lesson.
The students also love to take advantage of the day to wear gloves or scarves inside, often failing to even consider the fact that it's highly impractical and that the heating makes extra layers unnecessary. It's sweet really, though I was concerned when one girl asked me if I thought her gloves were fit, I can only guess that she's misunderstand the phrase 'fit like a glove'. Most bizarre.
