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My school uniform was hideous!

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It was so funny to find out that kids are kids everywhere and they do the same kind of cliques no matter where you go. But the way they do their student government was really kind of different.

They have prefects who are kind of like your student council.  There’s a head boy and a head girl, nstead of the president of a class — head boy, head girl.  And then there’s prefects, and the prefects are going around campus enforcing rules and this kind of thing.  So they start to take themselves a little seriously.

We wore school uniforms.  So the prefects had a special piping that went around their blazer, so you could tell that they were prefects.  The boys wore different color ties, that was the main difference, and they had cored piping around their blazer.  It was so funny.

You wear your school uniform to school.  When they do things in leisure, where they could wear their civvies, they would just kind of seem to go overboard.  The girls would just pile on the make-up, ’cause they can’t wear make-up to school, and they just seemed to overdress.  So it just seemed like every night when they would get together it was like they were going to go out to the disco or something.

It was very helpful being able to wear uniforms.  I learned to actually like uniforms, and I wish more schools here would do that.  It just makes it so much easier.  I know as a girl it was so hard, deciding What are you going to wear today, and did I wear that out yesterday?  I can’t remember.  Well, this is what I’m wearing today.  It sure saves a lot of time.

Although, our uniform at my school was very ugly.  It wasn’t like in the States where it’s usually khaki pants and white shirt or blue pants or something.  All the girls always wore dresses.  You couldn’t wear pants to school.  But it was this salmon orange jumper with a beige short sleeve shirt and then a black blazer.  And in the summer, the warmer months, we had to wear white ankle socks with black Mary Jane shoes.  In the winter we got to wear black knee socks that had orange stripes around the top.  And we would add a black sweater under the blazer.  But you couldn’t wear a coat.  Luckily it didn’t get too cold, but it did get kind of cold.  So that’s what we wore and it was hideous!



I kept it though.  My daughter actually wore it for Halloween.

But the Mary Jane’s were kind of silly.  And you got the schoolgirl tan, because you have these ankle socks.  And so, at lunch you just kind of sit out on the grass or whatever until you get this tan from the top of your knee down to the top of your socks.  And when you take it off your feet up to your ankles were, you know, white.  The girls would try to roll them down as far as you could.  Cause even though you had uniforms and everybody was supposed to be the same there were still little nuances of who was a little bit more trendy than the other by maybe how they wore their sock.  Or exactly which shoe did they get?  So there was still some differences out there.  Pretty funny.

My host family didn’t tell me that the girls were supposed to wear their hair tied back if it was a certain length.  And so when I went to school, the prefect in my class said, “Why don’t you have your hair tied up?”  I said, “I didn’t want to wear it that way.”  And he said, “Well you have to.”  And I said, “Oh, okay.”

And then I went and got my hair cut.  Cause it was just kind of not long enough to really — like everybody wore like pony tails or pigtails or something like that.  What they did is you part your hair down the middle from the front to the back.  And take the two pieces and bring them front, your front.  And if they touched in the front you had to wear your hair tied up.

At my host sister’s school if your hair touched your collar you had to wear it up.  So there were girls going around with this little one inch ponytails.

And the boys.  Their hair couldn’t touch their collar.  And it couldn’t touch their ears.  And we had inspections, so you’re watched.  Your dresses couldn’t be shorter than a certain length and you couldn’t have your fingernails very long.  For inspection, you hold your hand up, and if they looked from your palm over, if they could see the top of your finger nails, then you have to trim them.

Yeah.  We had inspections frequently.

You could wear clear nail polish if you wanted.  And if you had pierced ears you could wear a set earring.  I think if you had a religious medallion you could wear that, but other than that you could not wear any jewelry.  Yeah.  It was pretty crazy.

Every morning the entire school would go for an assembly in the auditorium and we had a book of hymns.  We’d sing a hymn every morning.  The whole school would say the Lord’s Prayer.  I think somebody would read a Scripture or something and have like an inspirational thought of the day type of thing, make some announcements, and then we’d go to class.  And this was a State school.  It wasn’t a parochial school.  But that’s how it was.  So I got to see what it’s like to have prayer in school, and I really didn’t like it.

At the time I was an active Mormon.  I’m not anymore.  But it felt strange to me ’cause Mormons are taught not to say the same repetitive prayer over and over again.  Pray from your heart.  Whatever.  And so it felt very strange doing that.  So I used to kind of mouth it.  I didn’t really say it along with them just ’cause it felt wrong to me.  But now I understand why it’s so important not to have [prayer in school].  It was an interesting thing to experience.

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Hazing initiation Icelandic style

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I went to what was considered a community college equivalent, for 16-20 year olds.  I was in the freshman class, and they do freshman initiation, so we were hazed.  It was all very interesting — I never had been through anything like that since.

First of all, we were given a slave owner and we were their slaves.  That’s actually what they called us.  We had to do anything they told us for the whole week!  They frizzed out my hair with, like, six cans of hairspray, and I was not allowed to wash it for the whole week.  I had to wear really, really tight pants and I couldn’t wear socks.

Then on the last day of the hazing, they painted all of our faces, took us out on a sheep herding cattle car, and paraded us through town, threw water balloons at us, and we had to line up and do all these silly games in the middle of town.  And then they ended it with this big bonfire where most everyone got drunk, and we were initiated into the school!

Don’t point that broom at me!

My best friend sat next to me at school.  She was so patient with me.  For lunch we would walk home from school for two hours and had time to hang in the park.  One day I had an assignment from school and a presentation to give and she had no idea what to talk about.  I was telling her that in the US we had a similar type of assignment and we did demonstrations.  We had this one boy who did a demonstration on how to use a gun and take it apart.  He was a hunter and he showed the parts of the gun.  I was explaining this to her and she had this very puzzled look on her face and she kept asking me strange questions like, why would you want to present something like that?  It seems so basic and simple.  Doesn’t everyone know how to use a gun?  I was thinking, well no, not really.  Then finally we realized that I had been telling her that he had given a presentation on how to use a broom.  I was using the word escoba instead of escopeta.