When I was in public high school in the early 1960s,
I had to wear a suit,
and I was perfectly cool with it because I liked suits.
By the time my son was in high school,
they were in the "anything goes" period.
That's been since mitigated as well.
Sometimes he wore cargo shorts in February, but
my favorite garment of his was one particular t-shirt.
From a distance, it looked a little like a paisley print, odd for a t-shirt.
Up close, you could see that the print was not paisley
but multiple pairs of tiny rabbits having sex.
He tells the story about some girls sitting behind him giggling
and the teacher clueless as to why.
He had another less subtle t-shirt.
On the front were two fucking skeletons
over the caption, "Love never dies."
Meanwhile, his little sister attended middle school dressed like Madonna.
Why am I only now realizing what juvenile delinquents my kids were?
Not their fault, though.
The Gestapo and I weren't exactly Draconian disciplinarians as you can well imagine.
As long as they didn't act like assholes toward other people
and thought before they did anything stupid to hurt themselves or others,
I guess we were good.
The offspring turned out fine as far as I can see.