From The Academy
DIH is abashed to admit she's behind the times on young men's fashions.
Walking into my sister's kitchen Friday morning I was greeted by my nephew. He was wearing what I took to be an interesting fashion statement: blue button-down Brooks Brothers shirt and wild orange shorts.
"Are you going to school like that?"
"Um, Aunt Sue, these are boxers. I'm just waiting for my pants to come out of the dryer."
My nephew attends a Catholic boys' high school. I knew they had a dress code, but hey, high school was a while ago, I though maybe it had changed.
"It has. We dont' have to wear coats and ties this week. It's exam period."
Trousers and long-sleeved shirts are still required. Presumably so the boys can sweat.
Walking into my sister's kitchen Friday morning I was greeted by my nephew. He was wearing what I took to be an interesting fashion statement: blue button-down Brooks Brothers shirt and wild orange shorts.
"Are you going to school like that?"
"Um, Aunt Sue, these are boxers. I'm just waiting for my pants to come out of the dryer."
My nephew attends a Catholic boys' high school. I knew they had a dress code, but hey, high school was a while ago, I though maybe it had changed.
"It has. We dont' have to wear coats and ties this week. It's exam period."
Trousers and long-sleeved shirts are still required. Presumably so the boys can sweat.
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