DIY perfect skin count?
My school uniform was uber-strict so there weren't that many ways of making it decent without being sent home. So you either looked like Vicky Pollard, or you wore it normally. Being annoyingly good at school, I wore it normally (this has a lot to do with hating to be yelled at, and even now it can reduce me to tears if you do it right). For this reason (well, that and I was a fat, spotty kid with an overprotective mother who always did her homework... hell, I'd have bullied me) I was not popular.
There was the time I decided to do a Very Bad Thing and wear illegal concealer to cover up the fairly horrendous acne I had at the time (knowing me I wanted to look good for some random and undeserving boy I was obsessing over in my diaries at the time).
Of course this being a private school, the staff are more or less allowed to do what they like. This particular morning the deputy head, who to this day I remember as a cross between Hitler and Anne Robinson, decides to conduct A Make-Up Check.
This basically meant she pulled all the girls in the year out of registration, marched them to the hall and ranted solidly for about fifteen minutes about how by wearing make-up we were damaging the reputation of the school and so on (you were yelled at if your hair touched your shoulders without being tied back, and even for using lipbalm when you had a cold). After this she gave a tissue to each of us and told us to wipe our faces. Of course the concealer came off, the ones who'd worn nothing got off scot-free, and we stayed behind for more bollocking and a detention the following week, which I always believed to be a Bad and Terrible Thing and that my mum would kill me.
Being an infuriatingly good little girl, I cried. For most of the day. And when I came out at the end of school my mum (some little cranberry had already told her) went straight home and wrote one of her Bitchy Letters (tm) to the deputy head telling her why I'd done what I'd done. I still had to do the detention but at that time of year it was an extra hour's revision for my physics exam. And the popular girls still thought I was a geek. Oh well. Last I heard most of them were actual Vicky Pollards.
( Maladicta, Thu 24 Aug 2006, 23:01, Reply)