Originally posted by: Brutuskend
Originally posted by: Buck Armstrong
Originally posted by: Brutuskend
When I was in High School I was kicked out because I wore Blue Jeans and "T" shirts. Well at least that's the EXCUSE they used. That and the fact that my hair was too long.
Funny thing was, most EVERYONE wore Blue Jeans and "T" shirts and compared to MANY other kids there, my hair wasn't even THAT long.
I wore what I wore because that's what I could AFFORD to wear. Of course back then jeans didn't cost up wards of $100. The REAL reason I was kicked out was because I got in a fight with one of the "in crowd" of which I was NOT a part.
What was the fight about? Long story, but suffice to say he claimed he had a legitimate beef and I had no proof he DIDN'T.
When I went back for my 20th reunion, I FINALLY found out that I was RIGHT and he DIDN'T have a beef. (At least not one he didn't bring on himself.)
So after I left THAT public school, guess what? Catholic School, where there WAS a dress code. But you know what? I survived....
So does that make you for or against dress codes?
And...what was the imaginary BEEF?
I was out driving with a bunch of friend late at night and someone started chasing me, I got to town and ran through a stop sign. A cop (who I knew) pulled me over and asked what I was doing, I told him someone was chasing me. About that time another car came around the corner and I told the cop that HE must have been the person chasing me. He was pulled over and, guess what? They found beer in his car. The cop let me go and busted him. Daddy took away his car. Next day at school he SWORE it wasn't him chasing me, got all pissed off (after his friends fired him up...) and wanted to fight after school. Since I didn't know for certain it WAS him that was chasing me, in which case he MAY have had a legitimate beef, I told him that if it would make him feel better, that I would meet him after school.....20 years later he finally admitted it WAS him.
I KNEW IT!!!
BTW: This was the FIRST fight I was ever in where I threw the first punch. And by the time it got broken up, I was KICKING HIS ASS.