I grew up in Chicago. We had cloakrooms in our classrooms (my kids don't even know what a "cloak" is). We didn't get any help getting bundled up, AND we girls were required to wear DRESSES every day, and only had tights on our legs (later stretch polyester pants with a seam up the front, which we had to take off when we came back in). In 1st grade, my teacher sent a note home that said, "Would you please remind Karen not to tie the other children's shoes? They will never learn to do it themselves." So not only did we not get any help, WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE GALOSHES!

That's what I hate.

Karen