When choosing, we had several suppliers to pick from. In the end we went with the worst one, at least judging by the visible result. Choosing the right color and design variant became Mirka‘s responsibility, so she went through the catalog, put together a shortlist, and then discussed it with the class.
As usual, I had no objections and was happy with a black T-shirt, while the girls got pink. Some teachers did tell us stories about their own experiences and their kids’, for example how everyone had pink T-shirts made, boys included, which came across as tongue-in-cheek. On the T-shirt and on the graduation sash we had printed "We have understood that even the understandable can be misunderstood".
It’s a real shame we couldn’t come up with our own slogans, for example the unusually honest "it’s not getting any better than this". The sash was a pale pink color. The sashes arrived one day during our conversation class. They were addressed to Petra Jahodova, but at the school’s address.
Mrozek wouldn’t let us unpack them until the end of the class, so it took a long time before they were born right into our hands. What followed was a huge disappointment that spread across the whole room, and the closed blinds only amplified the effect.
So we went home with sashes we were almost ashamed of. Even those pink T-shirts, in which we had placed our hope that they would save us, were the color of freshly thrown-up cotton candy. Oh well, all that glitters is not gold.