I was a boy educated in the classy halls of public school. A land where kids thrived on pushing the limits of rules. Talking back, chewing gum, ignoring teachers - everyone had their methods. In high school it escalated. The guys clung to baggy pants and brands names in a struggle for attention. Stripping down and showing more skin was the girls rebellious approach. You sadly were labeled for what you wore - thug, punk, skater, trashy, nerdy, etc.
Where did I fit into this? High school had me jumping around from trend to trend. Baggy denims and tees one year followed by khakis and silk screen shirts I made in my graphic arts class the next. There was clearly no order in those days. BUT in the elementary school years, you could say I had a uniform of my own - TMNT-issued.
