Today, I decided to wait for Michelle to finish her PP meeting with her supervisor in the secondary office. Huge mistake. Why, I got busted for my school uniform. FML.

Head of Year: "What do school rules say about yellow nail varnish?"

Me: "Uhm, *pause* Nothing?"

Head of Year: "This is not allowed. Can you get it removed tonight?"

Me: "Uh.. huh."

Head of Year: "And I'm not too sure about knee high socks as well but I'm not going to go there."

Great.

And I thought he was just joking or something. I totally didn't expect him to be serious. I just got my yellow nails done, on Sunday night. Do you have any idea how hard it is to paint yellow all perfectly on my nails, and now I have to get them removed. FML. But I've thought of a perfectly good excuse to make me feel better. I have art class tomorrow and I don't think it'd be great if I ruined my yellow nails, (again) with brown acrylic paint. I mean, I might just find myself staring at my ruined nails all day like on Monday.

But, of course I'm not going to just stop, my insane nail colours just because I got busted once. I'm just going to tone it down for awhile, till I'm off the blacklist and he forgets about me which I hope won't take too long. And so for now, I'm going to go real real bland with my nail colours. Transparent or at the most, french manicures. That way it wouldn't be too, sharp.

And guess what, I'm going to play "good student" for tomorrow, and maybe the week after. Hopefully then he'd just totally forget about everything. Afterall, it sucks to be on the blacklist. And I mean it happens every year, every school I'm in. Back in SAPS, I was constantly on the run from the discipline head for my ankle socks. Then I moved to SSIS and again, I was always being caught for my jacket and skirt. Then I moved here and immediately, the first week of school I got busted for tights and non black shoes. After that, I've maintained my clean record for a year and then, I got busted again. today. 

Great.

So yes, I don't intend to end up on that blacklist of his. I mean, it'd be creepy if I just bum into him practically everywhere I go and immediately the first thing he thinks - uniform. And honestly, I think it'd be pretty creepy if I didn't get rid of my yellow nails tonight and just so happen tomorrow, he just pops up right in front of me. Really, there ain't much excuses I can use other than one of the worst ones ever, "Uh, I... I ran out of nail polish remover. I can only get it this weekend." Basically, that means, I'm screwed.

And so, to avoid any of that unwanted, stuff, I'm going to play nice for a week or so. Wearing long tights instead of my knee high socks, more subtle nail colours instead of horridly bright ones and, to remind myself constantly: No more hanging round the secondary office, right outside his office. Yeah, apparently, I totally forgot, his office was right. beside me. 

Ain't I a genius.