This presented a conundrum for the administration: there was no rule explicitly forbidding it, yet this behavior certainly could not continue. So they made a new rule:
No shirts with writing or numbers.And so, my New World individualistic spirit was quashed. I never again wore my Dallas Cowboys jersey to school but relented to their post-imperialistic peevishness and fell in knicker-clad line. But I vowed, some day my crass American freedom flag would fly again. And so it did. And so it does.
(Well, actually, maybe not. In my adult life, I tend to favor shirts without writing or numbers. Did I internalize their stricture?)
* Yes, even as a child, I was prone to extreme repetition in my attire. (As a wee lad, I had a blue baseball cap with a yellow chick on the front that I deeply, deeply loved. My mom finally had to hide it from me because I wore it so relentlessly it risked fusing to my scalp.)