soul log

Note: This is a revised version of “Dressing Perfect”.

Our school has a strange policy: all the players from our football team must “dress out” every time there is a game in suits and ties. It’s monstrous people who normally dress in purposely tattered shirts and pants that look like they’ve been through a paintball game that are most interesting. People on these days suddenly dress up in suits and a nice organized tie as well as long pants, and it looks very different.

I didn’t know that the professional sport teams like the NBA forced their players to dress up because I didn’t watch sports, but when I found out, I realized why they had been wearing suits; our school must have been imitating the professional sport teams.

But one of my friends is very organized and dresses so every single day. He’s not on the football team. Yet every single day, he has a no-frills attitude to dressing every day: a collared shirt, buttoned up correctly, and orderly pants.

It’s a great style: everyone in the school is almost forced to wear brand-name clothing. My friend, however, has not worn such clothing yet. Instead, he sticks firmly to his dress style, and he’s quite notorious for it in our school; even the teachers know.

Once, in the middle of a conversation with his social studies teacher, our teacher suddenly cut in, “One of your buttons is undone.”

To which he replied, “I know.” It’s interesting to me how our teachers like teasing him gently. Whenever he comes by, I sometimes say, “Perfectly dressed, eh?”

People in our school are particular about what they wear. My friend is concerned with clothing, but a whole lot of people were concerned about their IDs.

We were given student IDs at the beginning of the year; little cards that had our name, picture, and our school mascot printed on them.

But it was interesting to see how people wore them. Some people wore them on a lanyard around their neck, some clipped a retractable clip to their waist, and some people (like me) just stuck it into their wallets.

All of our teachers wore IDs, and it was interesting to see all adults in the school wear IDs. Some wore them as a lanyard, some clipped them to their chest, and some wore them on their waist. They were different from the student IDs, being printed with something official looking.

Some teachers only had one, and other teachers had a lot of IDs clipped onto them for whatever reason. One teacher had ten cards clipped to their chest, one for each year he worked.

Talk about memories!