Yesterday Emma and I went to the community college to get her tested so that she can register for fall classes. I did a considerable amount of waiting and passed the time reading and people watching.
The students looked friendly. The campus was clean and attractive. I think Emma will enjoy her classes. But she won't fit in with her female peers when the predominant dress for girls is tank tops and short shorts. SHORT shorts. I had to keep my head down when I walked up the stairs behind these girls. I guess the guys must get used to this level of female exposure, or else they would all have to drop out from sheer distraction. I noticed that they dressed slightly better than the girls and wore long pants quite a bit more often than the girls. Tattoos and piercings seemed scarce, an unexpected bonus.
On the way home, I asked Emma if she had given any thought to how she would dress for class after seeing how the other girls dressed. She reminded me that the adviser we had spoken with late in the afternoon remarked to us that we had been there a long time. We hadn't told her that information. Clearly, she had noticed us earlier in the day because we stood out in our dresses. With that in mind, Emma decided that she would definitely not wear her cheerful red gingham jumper that she wore on the picnic with Angela. I really don't know if the style of dress makes that much difference. When no one else is wearing one, you're going to draw attention.