mufti days

ok so this one is a bit of a rant. so prepare thyself.

I go to a school and in this school we have such a thing called uniform. The summer uniform is a nautical-style shirt with a pleated skirt, white socks and t-bars. The winter uniform is a blouse, a tie, a tunic (a.k.a sack with holes and something I dare call a belt) black tights and a blazer.

hells yeah.

but occasionally when the people of my school decide they want to, you know, give us some freedom (thank god) we get mufti days.

My school has a few rich people. They will never admit it but they are freaking rich. Like they will not be seen out in public wearing anything less than like $50. And so, on mufti days they wear their most expensive clothing. let me draw you an imaginary image.

usually a victorias secret bra. for the love of god are they serious. underwear too if we have p.e.
a victorias secret shirt - with a pockety thing. must have logo or is deemed unwearable.
some form of trackpants (they really go for the weekend style, or as I like to call it the wealthy hobo.) seriously who the hell wears trackpants out in public under the watchful eye of - oh wait they dictate fashion at school. moving on.
vans. i can't even... i can't.
anything with a price tag of over $100. better with a logo, it adds extra value and teachers get intimidated.
hair must be down. because they must show off their unnaturally blonde hair to the public as if we haven't had enough of it already. (seriously... just stop. :/)
juicy couture and victorias secret are the main contenders.

and this is what i wear. 

jeans (from somewhere as long as they fit really)
a shirt (black mostly)
a jumper thing (it is winter after all)
my very old converse from 3 years ago original colour unknown (just kidding they were white :P)

aaand thats all I have to rant about today.

wish me luck for ye olde day of judgement. whoopie.