WELL! In my day, you polished your shoes every Sunday and that was that. If you didn't do it, you tried to hide your feet from your form teacher at school, and from your Dad. Nowadays there is some kind of mana to be had by having really scuffed school shoes. No more! Sure, I had to bribe them with pizza but my Yr 12 form class, and my Yr 13 French class (which is full of Prefects) are now reformed citizens :) For your viewing pleasure I got photographic evidence
And before you ask... yes, these feet and socks belong to the same body. Someone got dressed in the dark....
There were a few girls that went along with it (for the pizza and for "a Mothers' Day gift")... bravo to them for being team players!
yr 12 feet
yr 13 feet (and yes, we talked all about it in French)
Yes.... well, it was just quicker, easier and less messy to do some of the really tragic shoes myself.
This is Megane (bottom right) and her friends doing some group work...
And other girls in Megane's class working on paragraphs in the past tense about what they did on the weekend. Supposedly... Bex, j'ai pris ces photos pour toi.
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