cedar_christian_academy epitome of incomprehensibility After Valois_Park, the school I went to from grades 6 through 9. The "weird Christian school," it inspired an imagined eighth_grade_reunion with memories from twenty_years_ago. Memories may be stored in Moldova while looking_for_Belarus, but recalled in Fredericton. Living_in_the_past because that's a place. 220412 ... e_o_i "Scat" for scatological eschatology and memories of sunny warm afternoons near trees. 230117 ... e_o_i From "Stories": "too Christian, too Academy, but just the right amount of cedar." 240303 ... e_o_i Re what_did_you_dress_up_for: I still remember the uniform. White collared shirt, navy blue pants or skirt, optional green cardigan. In the first year or two I was there, a plaid tie - regular tie for boys, floppy sort of bow tie for girls. When this unity of form relaxed into a dress code, there were still two strict rules: a) skirts were supposed to be long enough to cover knees and b) no jeans. I broke both rules today. Though not at once. I did THAT at their 2001 Christmas party with a short jean dress - granted, with thick tights underneath because of the cold. Plus, I'm not sure the rules applied when it wasn't a regular school day. No one objected, anyway. The dress was on purpose. This was my first time back at the school after a three-week suspension, and I wanted to show a little attitude to suggest I'd been treated unfairly. Nowadays, I think the punishment was fair enough for slapping a teacher in the face. Would I like the startle, pain, and disrespect of such a thing myself? Especially if I was only going up to a student to ask her to leave her desk so I could close up for the day?? No and no. (I was waiting for my mom, I think, which would have been fine to do in the lobby or outside. But I didn't like my focus being disturbed and I lost my temper.) But this thought DOES make me snicker: the implied slippery slope of debauchery. You start out ~merely~ hitting your teachers and end up *immodestly* flaunting your knees. 260604 what's it to you? who go blather from