In 1968 I was 10 years old. A group of us girls were sick and tired of being freezing cold at recess, and at the Safety Patrol corners. Yes I was a 5th grade cop 😩🤓
We organized. When we all went home for lunch, that's when we would change into pants.
Mrs. Principal got wind of the plan, and proceeded to loudly berate us all before we went home, telling us we'd have to use the boy's bathroom the rest of the school year.
Ok 👀
The boys went crazy, renaming us "boy's" names (Steve 💪🏼). We never did have to "use" their bathroom, after my mom called the school.
By the next day, pants were somehow acceptable. No jeans, though. Hippy shit!