Life on a College Campus

Oh how sheltered I have been....

Middle school and high school classrooms are kept in check by a number of rules.  One of my favorites is the "finger-tip rule."  As in, When standing straight with your arms hanging down by your sides, your skirt/shorts/whatever your bottoms are classified as must reach wherever your fingertips end.  And no, you cannot cheat by raising your shoulders.  Another rule that most students comply with (for fear of the principal's office, or mommies and daddies being called), is no cursing out loud. 

So, the college campus is a little different.  I have mentioned before that I really, really enjoy working here.  It is pretty, the atmosphere is great, I have a great boss (Love you Maggie!)...but sometimes the lull of happiness brought on by the smell of boxwood is shattered by reality.  These are young adults whose parents are not close enough to have an impact on clothing choice or what comes out of their children's mouths...and there are no principals to be afraid of.  The result?  The finger-tip rule is gone.  I think, actually, that some girls think that since they lived under the thumb of dress codes for so long that they are going to break out and experiment.  More power to you, girls.  Here comes the but.

Yesterday I had to forcibly stop myself from staring at some girl's booty.  Not because it was a nice booty that I would aspire to have, not because it was gigantic and blocking my view, but because it was HANGING OUT!!!!!  Seriously.  If I could see the bottom of her tush while she was standing up and I was in my car, what would happen if she sat down?  Where would the skirt go?  What would people see?  AHHHHH!  Where is the finger-tip rule?????

Okay, the cursing.  College students must feel like they are obligated to do this.  Maybe to make up for all the perceived violations to their freedom of speech that they experienced in K-12 education?  I don't know, but somebody needs to give them a bar of soap.  Seems like when I walk across campus to the post office, another building (okay, Starbucks), I hear conversations peppered with some very colorful speech.  They use the four letter s word like valley girls use "like."  Maybe they will grow out of it, or maybe they will at least start to lower their voices.  Oh well. 

I still like working on a college campus...I will just be more aware of people's rears and people's voices.