Freshmen

The freshmen are now all here. They arrived in a large swarm, families in tow, complete with mothers who wandered through the men's dorms and little children who destroyed the plant life. Admissions threw a barbecue for the freshmen followed by an ice cream social.

While at the ice cream social, I noticed something odd. There was a boy dressed in nineteenth century regalia--he had a long blue coat, red vest, breeches that went down just to the top of the calves, long socks, long hair halfway down his neck, and a cane--he was walking around, as if he had mistaken TAC for the local Charles Dickens Fashion Society. To top it off, his attitude was very much that of a high born Dickens character. Nose in air, slight strut, excellent posture. I was on holiday at my manor, but was dragged away to this little event here. He swings the cane a little. I was rather enjoying myself--survey the surroundings with mild interest--Oh, well, might as well make the best of it, even though all the rabble around here are so very lower class. I say, might that be some ice cream? I guess that might help me pass the time.

What I want to know is why do his parents allow him to dress this way? It's slightly anti-social, don't you think?