Looking back in the archives of this blog, I can't believe I didn't write about what I did the summer of 2010.
I taught a high school summer school class in a public school. I was hired only a few days before the summer semester started. For three weeks, four and half hours a day, I taught a bunch of reluctant 15 year-olds; half of them gave the impression that they would rather be smoking pot.
I helped my friend redecorate her home while I watched her die. (We didn't finish the project).
I sat with her as she died.
Then I watched a favorite aunt die that fall.
Anyway, I was looking back at that time because a) I'm still grieving especially the death of my friend, and b) I'm thinking there should be some kind of dress code for Mass.
There was a dress code at the public high school, and as much skin those high school girls could show, the girls at Mass this summer show a lot more skin. For some reason, it's kind of embarrassing to see them so scantily dressed go up to Communion.
I don't want Mass to turn into a fashion show, and we need not judge the outerwear of others. I kind of don't get why some bloggers show us what they wore to Mass. But, I am thinking when the public high school students are more modestly dressed than girls at Mass, something is off. Kudos to the local high school district for having a dress code.