Uniforms

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen (what an ironic word).

I've been terribly depressed since the night before my last post. Yesterday I began to feel better...until we all went to Walmart to buy pants. Not just any pants, mind you, uniform pants. Today I woke up sore all over from the walk I went on yesterday. Also today, I bought shirts (or rather father bought me shirts) from a uniform outfitter store. Navy, black and white. With the drab school logo.

So as you can tell, I feel completely stripped of my identity. Starting Wednesday the fifth I will be nothing more than a student a Mosley PLC high school. Wearing the same thing as everyone else with slight variation.

Now, normally I'd be perfectly happy about a uniform. If it had anything to do with plaid skirts, ties and sweater vests...or a sailor uniform. But alas, we live in America. Fashion lies elsewhere or in the past. School uniforms can be cute, but polo shirts will never look acceptable on anyone. Ever. If I'm not already, this school year will drive me mad. I'm sure of it.

Because my first day of school is tomorrow. Starting at nine o clock tomorrow morning I will be a student at Mosley PLC. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that, however, for I'd gotten rather used to sitting at home blogging all day.

But all ladies deserve an education. Of course, that includes me. I'll be forced (once again) to hide my pain and suffering from the outside world. By that I mean everyone.

I suppose I'll write again tomorrow after school. If I can remember, that is.

Until then,

Lady Grey