School is coming. The Girl is starting middle school. A middle school that has a fairly strict dress code. The school where I teach has a dress code as well, and I often hear kids complaining about how that stifles their sense of individuality. I always tell them, “It’s not the end of the world. Most likely, you’ll always have a dress code. Just learn to live with it.”
Now that my own daughter is chaffing under the thought of having all her outfits chosen for her, complaining about her impending loss of freedom, have I changed my response? Not really.
It’s not the end of the world.
But she made up for it with her school supplies.
