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'Super hot'
What to expect...
In the North East of Scotland, large families were the norm even up into the s. So, when I attended the local Primary School, there were scores of children of my age there, all shapes, sizes, and temperaments. My time at Primary School was therefore quite comfortable and peaceful, but this situation changed when I moved up to the Senior Secondary School. The overriding ethos of the school was that boys had to be hard, competitive, and unemotional; the stiff upper lip and all that rubbish.
'High standards'
A teenage boy has been wearing a skirt to school in protest after some pupils were sent home for wearing shorts in warm weather. Moffat Academy's uniform policy says students should only wear either dark trousers or a skirt. Shane Richardson, 16, borrowed a skirt from his younger sister Lexi to join the protest. Dumfries and Galloway Council said the uniform policy had been in place for some time but was due to be changed. Shane's mother, Hayley, said the situation had been building up in recent weeks as weather improved. The Daily Record first told how Shane explained that a group of boys at the school wanted to wear them because they were not being allowed to wear shorts. She said that, due to the level of complaints about the policy, a meeting had been scheduled for later this month but that was not soon enough. A spokesman for Dumfries and Galloway Council said the policy at Moffat Academy had been in place for "several years" and was set to be updated. Schoolboy, 16, in skirt uniform protest. Boys wear skirts to school in protest.
I had never thought of myself as being a particularly naughty child, just perhaps a little prone to becoming bored — especially during school holidays. So back in July at the age of 13, it didn't seem all that terrible a crime to climb over the backyard fence, late one Wednesday morning, and sneak up on the tent in which those two awfully soppy girls Cynthia and Brenda, who lived next door, were playing inside. It also didn't seem such so naughty for me to 'accidentally' pull out the tent pegs that held it up, leading to it suddenly collapsing on top of them, with lots of girlish screams resulting. Of course, by that time I was well out of the way, having climbed quickly back over the fence before I could be recognised as the perpetrator of the tent collapse. Or so I thought, because when I reckoned the coast was clear about an hour later for my lunch, I found my mother waiting for me with her arms on her waist, looking decidedly annoyed. I tried to look as innocent as I could, but it soon transpired that I had been observed by Mrs Thomson, the mother of Cynthia and Brenda, sneaking away, after letting down their tent. I know it's a week before you have to go back to school again for the new term, but I have an errand for you and I want you looking respectable for it.
