These pants make me feel like I’ve stepped out of a cheesy “nab the punk rock trend!” type fashion guide on a mega-clothing site like ASOS. Not that it’s a bad thing really, but it makes me feel a bit odd. Combine the pants with my “tough biker girl look” boots and I really feel
uber trendy, young at heart like maybe I’m dressing too much like a teenager. Whateves. When I was in high school (and well into college…and even now), was was seriously into punk music — what I considered punk (there’s is a lot of debate over what is and isn’t punk and whether or not punk is dead) : No Use for a Name, Pennywise, Dead Kennedys, Fugazi and other mid 90’s-ish groups. To me, plaid pants were for the 80’s type Haight street gutter punks that were trying to emulate Billy Idol and his ilk. That was not me. I was busy obsessing over Blake Schwarzenbach (my ultimate teenage crush, next to Rivers Cuomo), trying to bleach my hair in an effort to get Punky Color to stick. Chesterfield King tore my teenage heart apart and glued it back together by the end — every. single. time.
Back to the pants: I like them, they’re comfy with an elastic waist, they were dirt cheap, and they’re plaid — which as we all know, I have a thing for plaid. Even my students know I like plaid. Today in class, I debriefed yesterday’s lab which centered around looking for patterns in self collected data. I used my pants as an example is a repeating pattern, and this kid P was all, “You’re always wearing plaid, Miss. You must like patterns.” YES I DO, P!!!
In the spirit of the punk rock rebellious attitude, here are a few gems of teenage rebellion, true stories:
- a kid once took a crap on the floor of the boy’s bathroom on purpose.
- once, a couple of boys tried to flush large semi-automatic guns down the toilet at school to try and get rid of them.
- a kid once urinated into the soap dispenser in the boys bathroom and it was a while before someone realized it.
- a kid once took a large Crayola Crayon piggy bank, stuck it through the fly of his pants and went around to different classrooms, interupting them to bonk other kids in the head with the “penis crayon”.