Thursday, September 16, 2010

It's like they roll out of bed, put on a backwards cap to cover up their greasy hair, and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so.

I don't get the way girls dress these days. Just about every girl in my class (and I stress girl, not woman) walks into class with a blouse and underwear on, and flip-flops. And that's it. What I want to tell every one of them is, "I don't want to see your underwear. If I did, I would date you. (Except that I don't swing that way.)" Sure, they're wearing boyshorts and not thongs, but on a level of respect, is it SO hard to put on a pair of pants? A skirt would be fine, too, as long as it covers up more than what their underwear is covering up. Where do these girls think they are? Their bedrooms? Their boyfriends' dorm rooms? I mean, COME ON. Get dressed, please. It would make my college experience so much pleasanter. Just because you're away from Mommy and Daddy doesn't give you the right to put every sane person on this earth through torture. It's worse than nails on a chalkboard...this lasts all day, every day. No breaks. And because it's perpetually hot in the swampland, chances of this changing in the "winter" are slim to none.

Secondly, I can't understand why they are admitted into the classroom dressed like that. If I were a professor, I would kick them out before they even entered the room, and tell them to come back when they're dressed. Of course this would make these entitled children choke on their gum, but it would be necessary. I'd risk my job to teach a valuable life lesson; There's a time and place for it all. And this is not the time, or the place. I'd say, "Try the strip clubs on Bourbon Street; you'll be sure to meet a nice guy there."