😵😱They said that I was “not dressed according to the rules” at school and that I kept the lads from focusing on their studies. I was certain that my mother would join the teacher in reprimanding me when they were summoned to the principal’s office. However, what she said at the office completely upended the order and created a great deal of confusion.
I was so terrified that I nearly started crying when the homeroom teacher called my mom to school. “Dressed provocatively, distracts boys” was what I wrote in my diary. I imagined the lengthy lecture and punishment that awaited me as I headed home with shaking palms.
There was tension in the principal’s office. The teacher went into great detail about how the boys allegedly struggled to focus in class, how my shirt was “not age-appropriate,” and how my skirt was too short.
My pulse was pounding more quickly because of how thick the quiet was. Everyone was anticipating the next move.
Expecting my mother to embarrass me in front of everyone, I sat with my head down.
Instead, she straightened her back, gazed at the teacher calmly, and uttered a remark that completely upended my entire being. I wasn’t sure if I had heard accurately right away.
Those in attendance had a priceless reaction: some froze in quiet, while others raised their eyebrows in amazement.
😲😵Now that I’ve told you everything that happened, tell me if my mother made the right decision.
Mom’s entrance into the school the following day left everyone speechless. She was wearing a light shirt, the same heeled shoes, and a strict but slightly shorter skirt—almost exactly like me. She seemed to already be aware of the impact she would have, and her steps sounded assured.
She calmly sat down across from the teacher in the principal’s office and said: — Tell me, please, do you think my clothing is provocative? Does it cause you to lose focus on your work?
The instructor reddened, paused, and almost got out, “Well, no, of course not.”
Mom firmly said, “Exactly.” It doesn’t bother me on my daughter if it doesn’t bother you on an adult woman.
Neither the blouse nor the skirt are the issue. The boys who act as though they are meeting a girl for the first time are the issue. Perhaps their upbringing requires care rather than placing the blame on my daughter?
The office was quiet. I realized that this was a true checkmate after glancing at my mother.
