That's What She Said
Freshman debate class was the stupidest class I have ever had the misfortune to get stuck in. No one took the debates seriously and the ones that did were seriously disappointed at the lack of effort put forth by others. I was one of the few that took it seriously. Kira Harley, the mistress of debates. That's what they called me when I continuously slaughtered the competition. On the last debate of the semester we did one on one. It was Sean Harvey against me. Should girls be forced to wear skirts as uniforms in this modern day and age? He was for and I was against.
"Forcing girls to wear skirts as part of their school uniform is no longer acceptable," I stated right off the bat. "To say that they are equal to males and then go on to make them wear uniforms where pants are not an option is a violation of their rights."
"So you're saying girls should be allowed to wear pants or skirts, but what about guys then? What if a guy prefers a skirt to pants?" Sean countered.
I shrugged, "If a guy wants to wear a skirt, that's his deal. I'm saying if girls and guys are equal then they should be treated as equal."
"It's not socially acceptable for guys to wear skirts. If they only have one choice--pants--then it's only fair for girls to have one choice--skirts."
"If there's only one choice, make everyone wear pants. Guys get pants to cover their legs more securely and keep them more warm while girls must wear skirts. Do you know how difficult it is to keep a skirt down when you're running or the wind is blowing? Males and females should be treated the exact same way when it comes to uniforms, if one of them gets to wear pants, the other should be allowed too."
"Women belong in skirts, they've worn skirts and dresses for centuries. Only in recent decades have they begun wearing shorts and pants."
"So you're saying because of what they wore in the past, they shouldn't be given more freedom int the future?" I snapped, getting irritated. "Do you really believe they should be forced to wear skirts?"
He leaned back and smiled at me cockilly. "I believe that girls look better in skirts than guys do. The shorter the better so my vote is, let the past trends continue."
My eyes narrowed, "That's the stupidest reasoning I've ever heard."
"Hey baby," someone called from the back, "you'd look smoking in a skirt!"
"Yeah," I replied, looking right at the guy who'd been stupid enough to open his mouth. "And you'd look smoking with a black eye."
"Alright," broke in the teacher, alarm in his voice. "Quiet down now class, I think this debate is over. Isn't it?" he snapped looking at me.
"We never came to voted conclusion," I pointed out. Fortunately for the teacher, the bell rang and everyone rushed out. Sending one last glare at Sean, I walked over to my desk and gathered my stuff.
"Hey babe," whispered the obnoxious guy from before, leaning in close and grabbing my waist. The teacher had rushed out with the rest of the class so there was no help from the authority, "what do you say you and I go find a closet?"
"I say get your hands off if you want to keep them," I snapped, freezing in place. He stepped closer with a cocky laugh and his grip tightened. "I said get them off."
"Relax sweetheart," he breathed. "I just want--"
In seconds he was gone, and I spun around to see him on the ground, his mouth and nose bleeding. "I believe she said hands off Doug," Sean stated, glaring down at him. "So next time why don't we try to listen better?"
We both started out of the classroom silently. "Listen, I didn't need any help," I told him. "But...thanks, I appreciate it."
"No problem, I figure that puts me one step closer to getting you to go to dinner with me."
"Not a chance," I laughed.
He shrugged, "Lunch then."
And that is how Sean Harvey and I met.
"Forcing girls to wear skirts as part of their school uniform is no longer acceptable," I stated right off the bat. "To say that they are equal to males and then go on to make them wear uniforms where pants are not an option is a violation of their rights."
"So you're saying girls should be allowed to wear pants or skirts, but what about guys then? What if a guy prefers a skirt to pants?" Sean countered.
I shrugged, "If a guy wants to wear a skirt, that's his deal. I'm saying if girls and guys are equal then they should be treated as equal."
"It's not socially acceptable for guys to wear skirts. If they only have one choice--pants--then it's only fair for girls to have one choice--skirts."
"If there's only one choice, make everyone wear pants. Guys get pants to cover their legs more securely and keep them more warm while girls must wear skirts. Do you know how difficult it is to keep a skirt down when you're running or the wind is blowing? Males and females should be treated the exact same way when it comes to uniforms, if one of them gets to wear pants, the other should be allowed too."
"Women belong in skirts, they've worn skirts and dresses for centuries. Only in recent decades have they begun wearing shorts and pants."
"So you're saying because of what they wore in the past, they shouldn't be given more freedom int the future?" I snapped, getting irritated. "Do you really believe they should be forced to wear skirts?"
He leaned back and smiled at me cockilly. "I believe that girls look better in skirts than guys do. The shorter the better so my vote is, let the past trends continue."
My eyes narrowed, "That's the stupidest reasoning I've ever heard."
"Hey baby," someone called from the back, "you'd look smoking in a skirt!"
"Yeah," I replied, looking right at the guy who'd been stupid enough to open his mouth. "And you'd look smoking with a black eye."
"Alright," broke in the teacher, alarm in his voice. "Quiet down now class, I think this debate is over. Isn't it?" he snapped looking at me.
"We never came to voted conclusion," I pointed out. Fortunately for the teacher, the bell rang and everyone rushed out. Sending one last glare at Sean, I walked over to my desk and gathered my stuff.
"Hey babe," whispered the obnoxious guy from before, leaning in close and grabbing my waist. The teacher had rushed out with the rest of the class so there was no help from the authority, "what do you say you and I go find a closet?"
"I say get your hands off if you want to keep them," I snapped, freezing in place. He stepped closer with a cocky laugh and his grip tightened. "I said get them off."
"Relax sweetheart," he breathed. "I just want--"
In seconds he was gone, and I spun around to see him on the ground, his mouth and nose bleeding. "I believe she said hands off Doug," Sean stated, glaring down at him. "So next time why don't we try to listen better?"
We both started out of the classroom silently. "Listen, I didn't need any help," I told him. "But...thanks, I appreciate it."
"No problem, I figure that puts me one step closer to getting you to go to dinner with me."
"Not a chance," I laughed.
He shrugged, "Lunch then."
And that is how Sean Harvey and I met.
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