June 2009

I’m not a big fan of graduation. It might have something to do with the fact that they are usually long, tedious, and hard to do anything before, after, or during. At my high school graduation, I fell asleep an hour in. I also wore a pair of old capris and a t-shirt. It wasn’t like anyone could see what I was wearing under it anyway. I’m sure at least one person that day (two other high schools had graduations in that building) wore nothing under neath his or her robe. Which is why this just baffles me. And annoys.

Sure, dress codes are applicable in some situations. But at a high school graduation? Where no one even sees what is being worn? Really?

And dress codes should be fair. If a girl doesn’t want to wear a skirt, let her wear slacks. If a guy doesn’t want to wear pants, he should be free to show up in a kilt.


No. Just…no. It is the Western Addition. And it’s most certainly the Financial District.