The 'Inappropriate' Outfit That Got My Daughter Into Trouble At School
Having your parents called in is one of the most significant punishments that can befall a junior high student, and it prefaces all of the more severe punitive actions. When your parents are called, you are in trouble; you have done something quite wrong.
There are significant consequences to parents being called in. Our town, Tooele, is a bedroom community for most folks; the average commute to work is in excess of 30 minutes. This means that, when they're called in to school, many parents are expected to take an hour off work, and the student is expected to sit for at least one class-period in the office.
The office has large windows so that the student is on display to his or her peers throughout the interminable wait time. The bell rings and hundreds of students rush past the offender-on-display; some linger long enough to make obscene gestures. Some students might revel in the attention, but in most adolescent minds, this is cruel and unusual punishment.
What had my daughter done to deserve this punishment? Was it some valiant gesture of defiance against a fascist dehumanizing system, or was there cruelty and torture involved? I found it hard to picture her engaged (or at least getting caught) in either of these types of actions, but I was hoping for the first.
After spinning the possibilities in my mind, I was not prepared for the actual nature of her offense. She was dressed inappropriately.
I am not the best judge of "appropriate" dress for a 14-year-old girl. I try, but it is a skill I have no intention of using for very long. I tried to circumvent my need for it at all by suggesting that both my daughters wear hospital scrubs till they graduate the 12th grade, but that was apparently "not happening." I know that if I dressed myself from my younger daughter's wardrobe, it would be wildly inappropriate regardless of what I chose. Now my lack of attention had forced her into a life of crime. It is always the parent's fault.
Luckily I was working from home, so I took a camera and rushed over to the junior high school with some dungarees and a sack-like shirt for her to change into. This is a picture of her in the school's front office, and this is the apparently inappropriate outfit she was wearing.
I was shocked at my ineptitude. The outfit actually looked appropriate to me; especially given the fact that it was 86F (30C) and the AC in the junior high was not working well outside of the front office. How could I be so blind as to have missed the fact that my daughter was dressed as a harlot, and presented a danger to all the boys in the school? I read "Great Expectations" once. Just because the school might champion some Dickensian imagery does not mean they must bow to them all. What vile boy-crushing monster had my daughter become, and why couldn't I see it?
I began to think : "Luckily the school administration can look at her and see her as a provocative female," but then I thought... no... that is extremely creepy. I tried to think: "Luckily the school administration can look at her though the eyes of hormone-addled teenage boys to see her as provocative," but then I thought... no... that is weird-creepy.