upskirts and such...lol

as some of you may know, i went to catholic school for 1st and 2nd grades. my big brother was at the same school, but we rarely saw each other since he was in the upper floors for middle school kids. he did see me, however, many days after school, when i was in detention, which seems like always. anyways...our required uniform was a navy plaid with a white or yellow shirt...sorta like this :

everyday for 2 years...i wore this thing. hell for a tomboy. well, this blog is about why i really don't care for skirts/dresses...reasons other than that pesky draft you get from the air hitting your raw undie-clad ass. in catholic school, boys are really rambunctious and it was common practice to look up the skirts of their female counterparts...more than you would in public school, since you know your target is wearing a skirt DAILY. anyway...i just had a flashback of all the girls lined up in the "cloak room" hanging up our awful green sweaters...and a couple of the "naughty" boys rolling along the floor behind us, looking up each skirt per rotation. one girl shouted "they're white just like everyone elses!" (she clearly didn't have Penny for a mother b/c my underwear were an array of pastel colors and some had days of the week on them). but i digress...seeing these boys approaching my unprotected girly-bits, i back-pedalled and stood on his hand as he attempted a peek...this garnered screams of agony and the attention of the teacher.

anyway, the lesson is, don't look up the tomboy's skirt...ALTHOUGH, the previous year...i had been flashing my thighs and undies to anyone who looked my way (mostly amongst us girls..until some stupid boy told on us) this landed me standing in a corner for probably a half hour or more...but, that's the life of a rebel, dammit!

since catholic school which was overall a bad experience...i've never really cared to wear skirts or dresses...i may have had my fill i guess. i'm wearing a skirt tomorrow...watch out world!