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Uniform 1

I hate my school. I really hate my school. I consider things like corporal punishment, and uniforms, and the sayings “attention” and “at ease” to be unsuitable for use in schools.

Apparently, me and my principal are very different people. It’s a private school, I got accepted three days ago. The principal gave me a personal lecture on the expectations of students in the school.

I was packing, and my mom was trying unsuccessfully to convince me that the school was absolutely fabulous.

“Look honey, I went to Blooms Academy. I know it’s exactly the kind of school you would like.”

Oh my god, I couldn’t believe she had kept this from me.

“So what, Mom? Did they give you a discount or something?”

“The school looks really good for college applications. It’s the reason I got into Yale.”

“Yeah, whatever. You know East Lyme High is a perfectly good school too, Mom.And all my friends are going there.”

My mom got frustrated and left the room. I kept packing my suitcase with the ugly plaid skirted-uniforms.

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