I didn’t really dress like anything for the first few years of high school, I do remember having, and being really proud of, a big puffy yellow snowboard jacket that only had a half zip on the front so I had to take it off over my head. It had pockets big enough to fit my portable CD player which made it extra awesome.
About 3rd or 4th year I became a goth, wore nail varnish and eyeshadow and an upside down cross that the deputy head (who incidentally looked really like the demon headmaster) didn’t like so I had to hide it whenever he was about. He cottoned on eventually and gave me a punny exercise that was to write a story based on some topic he plucked out of thin air. The story I wrote was Marilyn Manson and Black Sabbath lyrics combined into something that barely made sense but he didn’t notice.
I didn’t really dress like anything for the first few years of high school, I do remember having, and being really proud of, a big puffy yellow snowboard jacket that only had a half zip on the front so I had to take it off over my head. It had pockets big enough to fit my portable CD player which made it extra awesome.
About 3rd or 4th year I became a goth, wore nail varnish and eyeshadow and an upside down cross that the deputy head (who incidentally looked really like the demon headmaster) didn’t like so I had to hide it whenever he was about. He cottoned on eventually and gave me a punny exercise that was to write a story based on some topic he plucked out of thin air. The story I wrote was Marilyn Manson and Black Sabbath lyrics combined into something that barely made sense but he didn’t notice.