A Post. What do you expect, a decent title?

Well, I'm finished writing about the year 1000 and back to the present day. also yet more maths, as ever. still.. there's now less than two and a half months until the end of school. But then I have exams, joy above all joys. But then... holiday! and then uni, which should be good. No more bloody school uniforms! There is nothing for making it completely clear to someone that, despite whatever they feel about it, they are still relegated to some secondary class labeled "child" than making them wear one of those things. Which is more than a little galling. Though it does at least have the merit of egalitarianism, though I'd of thought that by my age we could probably be trusted to look beyond the clothes that someone is wearing; the exceptions to this will be twats irrespective of dress code, so why not allow us to wear what we want. Though it could be worse; we could be expected to wear suits. I intend to spend as little time as possible in my life wearing a suit, and certainly not a bought-for-school, mid-grey with pastel shirt piece of crap. Rant concluded.
Reminds me of my one single uni interview (nowhere else on the list interviewed) at which prospective economists, historians, biologists and physical scientists were present whilst I was there. The biologists completely eschewed suits, the physicals mostly did, a fair few of the historians wore suits - but all of the economists did. Funny, that. I arrived at the same time as one of them and the poor bastard could barely conceal his horror. Oh well, scruffy old jeans and t-shirt or no, I still got the place. There is an annoying possibility that I might have something to learn from this attention to appearances. What heresy is this? Who cares? Not me.