I was walking to class yesterday. It was an early seminar, which meant that at the time I was walking to get there was around the same time as all the young school kids were walking to their little elementary schools, or primary schools, or whatever they call it here.
Where I’m from you go to elementary school. Then you go to a ‘middle’ type school. Then you go to high school. Then you get to graduate. And where I’m from you wear whatever shitty Walmart jeans your parents bought you in elementary school. Then you get to middle school and you start wearing makeup you bought from the drug store with your allowance. Then it’s all high-heels and short skirts in high-school (if you’re like that I guess.) But here, whenever I see these groups of young school kids, they’re all in the same thing: plaid skirts for the girls, grey slacks for the boys, white button-downs, and blazers or v-neck sweaters (jumpers) all around.
I’ve heard a few good arguments on either side, for or against the enforcement of school uniforms, and I agree with certain aspects of each. But I’m not here to debate the validity of such practices. It’s just that, it occurred to me, as I was walking through this group of school children, that their slacks and blazers do not actually fit them all that well. I supposed this was because they weren’t really tailored, and that they are acquired on a small, medium, large sized basis. And even though I know that if one had the money, or cared enough, or had the skills enough, that it would be possible to tailor a pair of slacks and a blazer to look like they were being worn by the children, and not simply hanging off of them. And then it occurred to me to wonder how you would even go about tailoring clothes to a child, as children have no shape whatsoever to tailor to!
Children are like Play-Doh. They are like little globs with no form that just get pushed and pulled in every which direction. They’re also not people yet, which is probably why I don’t like them all that much.
Then I started thinking, as much as I would like to consider myself more than a shapeless glob – that you could tailor clothes to fit my form, and therefor that must mean I’m more of a person (than at least those little brats), the truth is I feel more glob-like than I have in a while. I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. And that things are just happening to me. And life is just pulling my Play-Doh whichever way it chooses without my consent. And as it so happens, I take issue with that.
But, it’s only a feeling, anyway. It’s not some crises. It’s just that, looking at those kids made me really think someone should tell them it only gets more complicated from here on out. Maybe we never leave the glob stage. Maybe our forms stay malleable forever.