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I liked how Chris' crying face came out in this.
Looking back, I probably could have added a panel or two about "awww, the sissy boy is crying" or "You'll ruin your make-up!" As it is, this ends the first arc of the cartoon. The next arc picks up the next day and the humiliations continue ... and grow more intense.
A few panels ago I alluded to a contradictory event in relation to the one teacher telling me to go clean off the make-up the girls had put on me because it was "ungodly for a male to look like a female."
Her statement did not jibe with two punishments the school allowed, if only for a few months before someone but the kibosh on them. I ran afoul of both ... though one was intentional. (I'll write about that one in a few panels, as it "ties" in with the scenes then. *giggle*)
The unintentional punishment I endured had to do with hair length.
In this particular religious school, dress code was strictly enforced, and part of that was hair length on boys. It could not touch our ears, could not touch our collars, could not touch our eyebrows, sideburns could only be a certain length ...
Failure to comply gave you a warning, followed by a call to home, followed by ... a unique punishment meant to humiliate the boy into complying.
Boys found to be in constant defiance of the hair codes were subject to having ribbons, bows, and/or barrettes placed in their hair.
I had seen only two boys endure this punishment before my own hair was bedecked with girlish adornments. One boy was made to wear a god awful tatty, green-plaid bow because his hair was below his collar; the other had some pink plastic barrettes placed in his to keep it from covering his eyebrows.
Both had haircuts the next day ... the hair bow boy was crew-cut!
At the time I used to brush my hair to the side, across my forehead. Length was never a huge issue because my mom owned her own beauty salon and I would get regular cuts every few weeks. Well, she had major surgery on her stomach and my dad worked on-call 7 days a week managing a traffic control company. For almost two months I was without a cut, and my hair was pretty shaggy by then. (It did and does grow exceptionally fast, and thick!)
I got the warnings, but never got a haircut. My hair was over my ears, even brushed back, it was hitting my collar, and even brushed to the side, it was falling down over my eyes on occasion. I was called down to the main office and even though I was near sobbing about why I hadn't gotten a cut yet. I wound up with an Alice band, red and black checkered with a matching fabric bow on the side, placed on my head to hold my hair back. Two metal clips were used to hold the hair off off my ears, but they were almost invisible in my dark hair.
I was mortified. Most of the kids were snickering, a few made comments. Boys and girls. The worst was PE. The damn thing kept slipping playing basketball. (The kids in that class were laughing, but good natured ... probably because I was good at basketball and they wanted me to play on their teams! hehe)
Well, I turned in the head band and clips after school, went home, and told my mom what happened. She called the principal and chewed him out, saying she had told them the reason why my hair had not been cut and that it would be done as soon as possible, there was no reason for them to do to me what they did.
I didn't get a haircut until that weekend. (I had to ride my bike 6 miles to one my mom knew, even though I am sure others were closer.) I did not have to wear girls' hair accessories the rest of that week. And, only a few weeks later the punishment was stopped with only a couple more boys having to undergo the humiliation.
The school changed to suspension until corrected after the second home phone warning.
You would have thought a different humiliation punishment used the very next year would never had happened ... but it did. And this one I intentionally provoked!
But, I'll talk about that one in upcoming panels. ~.^