My mind has been boggled so much this year that you might as well put my gray matter under a clear plastic dome, shake it violently, and see what you make of the results.
Friday was the last day of school, you know. At the end of the last week of school. Most of which had temperatures in the 70s. That's how it is at the end of May. But if you had been in Newmentia this week, you might have become disoriented. Thought you'd taken a wrong turn, and ended up on that show Life Below Zero. The one about folks living near the Arctic Circle in Alaska. Because students were walking the hallowed halls of Newmentia draped in fleece. I guess nobody has told them that behavior is as socially unacceptable as draping oneself in velvet.
Seriously. Why would anybody need to drape herself in fleece? Because it's not the fellas doing this. It's the gals. Perhaps...not wanting to step on any bare toes here...may I suggest...wearing enough fabric to cover your arms and legs? Because then you won't feel the need to drape yourself in fleece in rooms that have been thermostatically set at the same temperature all year, that being 72 degrees in warm months, and 70 degrees in cool months. Months you did not seem to need this fleece blankie draped around your shoulders, hanging like a vampire cape, because your flesh was covered with clothing.
Sorry, but Mrs. Hillbilly Mom does not buy the whine of, "But I'm cold!" Nope. Sorry. Jackets and hoodies are not prohibited. Fleece should be. It is in Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's room, and that's a fact, Jack! We've already amended the attire regulations to prohibit wearing jammies and house slippers. Fleece blankies need to be added.
I swear. These pupils cannot decide if they want to be in a cafe or a bedroom.