No guides for thrift today, alas. Taking up a night job which involves an hour-long commute tends to suck the creativity right out of a person. But I did want to update the story of Savana Redding, which I talked about here. The Supreme Court heard arguments in the case on Tuesday. This article goes into (distressing) detail, and the author thinks that the Court is going to come down on the side of the school and not the traumatized former student. Possibly the most telling bit is when Steven Breyer wonders why displaying your privates to the principal is any more humiliating than changing for gym class, and then wanders off into a reverie about the hi jinx he got up to in locker rooms in his youth. The other justices, meanwhile, exclaim over the ingenuity of students who get high with sharpies and weigh the relative "ickiness" of stashing a pill for someone else in your undies, verses your "brassiere," leaving Ruth Bader Ginsburg as the sole voice of reason, and leading The search for a bright line rule about the expectations of student privacy has turned into a fight between a bunch of guys who still say "brassiere.""
Heh. And bleh. And I can't you how glad my kids don't go to a regular school.