This morning, I arrived at school ready for the day ahead. It’s Rákóczi Day—a special event filled with student competitions and a buzzing atmosphere. Everyone’s a little more energized, and there’s a shared excitement in the air. I thought I was all set.
That is, until I realized something.
I should have come in formal attire.
There I was, standing in the hallway in jeans and a blue T-shirt, only just registering that today called for a bit more elegance than my usual Monday casual. My colleagues hadn’t seen me yet, but the realization hit like a quiet little storm. Part of me hoped I could just blend in and make it through the day unnoticed. But another part knew the staffroom corridor walk was still ahead.
I started mentally preparing for the inevitable comments or surprised glances, and thought—maybe I need a few quick responses just in case.
I could say I was so focused on getting everything ready for the students that the dress code simply slipped my mind. Or maybe I’d take the practical route and say I dressed for mobility, ready to run around and help with events all day. If I’m feeling bold, I might even go with humor: I’m honoring Rákóczi’s rebellious spirit by starting with freedom from formalwear. And, of course, there’s always the classic fallback—I must have missed the memo.
Whatever the reaction, I’ll go with the flow. I may not look like I stepped out of the 17th century, but I like to think I’ve captured the spirit of spontaneity and adaptation. After all, that’s what a true Rákóczi would do… right?