tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657084473880592611.post270463694865760491..comments2023-06-24T05:32:25.701-04:00Comments on The Shoptometrist: Skirting IssuesThe Shoptometristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607686879185924353noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657084473880592611.post-89652278102967488532008-02-28T13:30:00.000-05:002008-02-28T13:30:00.000-05:00Yeah, I totally know what you mean about wanting t...Yeah, I totally know what you mean about wanting to see what uniforms were like. Instead, I had to sport the colors of a gang I didn't even belong to just so I wouldn't get stabbed in the hallways. <BR/><BR/>Actually, I just wished I didn't have to think about what to wear in the mornings. My mother would stand there tsking at me, telling me "school is not a fashion show." Oh, but it is.The Shoptometristhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12607686879185924353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657084473880592611.post-68511768929797592372008-02-28T11:33:00.000-05:002008-02-28T11:33:00.000-05:00I too went to public school and "wear it like a ba...I too went to public school and "wear it like a badge" but I always wanted to know what it was like to wear those uniforms. Grass is always greener.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com