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Yup, those glittery nails ARE a distraction.
We aren't lucky enough to be blessed with 365 days of sunshine in Britain, but even so, sometimes it's wayyy too warm for a jumper. Even on the stuffiest of days, you weren't allowed to throw caution to the wind and take your layers off without permission. And I'm sure we all had that difficult teacher who would say no.
Full on glam, birthday-style makeup, I could understand, but a bit of concealer should be allowed! Secondary school is hard enough — if I want to cover my chin acne, let me.
Remember that heartbreaking feeling when your form tutor would get the bottle of nail polish out before you even had a chance to show off your fresh manicure? I mean, come on, what's the harm in a little gel polish?
It's understandable that students should stick to a dress code to look presentable, but sending an email to the parents over something as petty as this seems like a major waste of time to me.
I admit that the thinking behind getting your planner signed to show your parents you're doing your homework makes sense, but in hindsight, it was so easy to forge your parents' signatures that it was kind of a flop. If anything, it turned us all into aspiring fraudsters.
At least in my school, any form of hair dye that wasn't deemed "natural" was banned. Am I the only one who was gutted that I couldn't partake in the candy floss–pink hair trend?
I know, I know, we need to be responsible and remember our belongings, but we all know every teacher had a drawer of spare equipment anyway.
I will never forget walking back to class in an empty corridor, and a teacher stopping to tell me the "left-hand side rule" and then giving me detention. I went to a large secondary school, so walking in one direction on the left made sense during peak times, but why was it treated as a sin to walk on the ~wrong~ side of the corridor when it was empty? WHERE is the congestion, sir?!
I don't know about you guys, but my PE lessons were *never* the last lesson of the day or before lunch. That meant we had less than five minutes to change into our uniform and run to class looking sweaty and feeling frazzled. Sorry, but I need a moment to compose myself.
This is definitely a rule I've blocked out since school. Having to ask to drink from your own water bottle really was bizarre! Especially when you were suffering with one of those awful chesty coughs and needed to chug water every few seconds.
I was a well-behaved student, but this totalitarian rule was too much for me! Now we have to cram 50 minutes' worth of content into 40 minutes — not to mention a talk about "discipline" first!
Look, I do sympathise with how annoying it can be if it looks as if someone isn't paying attention, but expecting a teenager's undivided attention after several hours in school is a lot to ask.
I can't lie, you'd have to bunk off A LOT to get suspended, but it still doesn't track to me. Surely, letting me skip more classes is a reward?
One of the best things to happen in school was when you would get sent off to fetch something for your teacher. Sometimes it would be from another teacher, and if they were in the middle of teaching a class at the time, they would take immense pleasure in cussing you out for "interrupting" their flow for, like, extra A4 paper or something.
It was either "Wait until the end of class" or "You should have gone at lunch." Well, not to sound too cliché, but I didn't need to then, and now I have to cross my legs for the next 30 minutes. Thanks.
The cafeteria in my school was for hot dinners only, so if your friend had a packed lunch, you'd either have to sneak them in or bid farewell until your next class.
As I mentioned earlier, I went to a large secondary school, meaning that queuing up for food could take up most of your lunch break. There was nothing more heartbreaking than throwing away your iced bun because the bell just rang. 💔
If you're like me and athleticism simply doesn't run in your genes, then PE was bad enough without having to dig through a box of musty old clothes to wear because you left your kit at home. Hands up if you ever considered staying in your uniform instead 🙋♀️.