It is not really rocket science unless there has been at least one unplanned explosion. (Alt version) It is not really rocket science unless there has been at least one rapid unscheduled disassembly. -- RecklessPrudence
Katie could easily learn to hate the summer monthly T-Shirt Days. Hackmeyer kept ogling her boobs. Well. Where something boob-like was still forming. She was fifteen, and the last time she'd been forced to go along with T-Shirt Day, she wore her age with the subtitle, Don't even think about it. Which had earned her a talking-to by the Dean because Hackmeyer had complained.
Today's Tee had a more witty quote. It's not really rocket science unless there's been at least one unplanned explosion. She got to wear it for a sum total of five hours before the Dean saw fit to lecture her about the 'inappropriate language'. She politely asked about the fellow she'd seen with the Show me your melons T-Shirt and got promptly seen out of the office.
Gotta love the Boys Club. There were no other options.