Sometimes I feel like I have been regressed to the age of 6. Times when the biggest drama was about snack food, and the boys who "liked" you would chase you around the playground until your legs burned. Boarding school isn't much different, the biggest drama is about the simplest things, and you still aren't really sure if that little boy really likes you, or just enjoys the chase.
But then there are the perks of being six, the giant hair bows, lace tights,the newest dolls, and being able to eat as many sweets as you want without hearing that voice in your head chanting "Once on the lips forever on the hips"
So lets all dress like we're six, but remember this one simple rule...
If you wear lace tights on the playground they're bound to get torn