BAWWWW I HAVE TO FOLLOW THE RULES

[lunagoonie]

It's summer.

OP is annoying and persistent and your generic Tumblr introvert (though the line "I honestly felt persecuted for my femininity" stands out) but then kikikikida (who I can't stand, personally, anyone else? If you are unsure, consult her comparison of dress code violation to murder and rape) comes along with one of the most entitled snowflake

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[theladyashuko]

I got as far as the list of all the reasons why the situation made her upset before I quit. I mean, really? You've written an essay already, anyone with an ounce of reading comprehension can infer why you are upset! And honestly, it is not a huge deal, graduate and move on. I wore all manner of strange things without any issue my senior year. In fact, the only things I've ever gotten in trouble for were *actually* things I shouldn't have--a tank top in 4th grade that I'd worn about a million times that year without issue, a spaghetti strap top with a cardigan in junior high (the cardigan fell off my shoulder when I had my arms full changing classes so I couldn't put it back up until I reached my locker at the end of the hall). I remember thinking it was vaguely ridiculous that my classmates wore strapless dresses that were way too short and I'd get in trouble for having a slightly too narrow strap. At the end of the day I just bitched to friends because I was not in a position of power. Those administrators did not care what I felt comfortable in or what other girls were wearing that were worse--somehow I was the one they noticed and that was that. You'll be dealing with uncaring superiors your whole life better get used to it early. >.>

[lunagoonie]

Were you ever able to get away with breaking the dress code? I remember getting away with it several times and so did other people, though we were selectively stopped and told to change.

[theladyashuko]

I can't recall ever actually breaking the dress code only getting in trouble for it when I actually was in dress code. The one in 4th grade was actually my homeroom teacher who loved me sent me to the office, who sent me back to class, she sent me back to the office, the office sent me back and she sent me to the assistant principal, who measured my straps and said I was fine! I refused to go back to my teacher again though so I sat in the nurse's office waiting for someone to bring me a change of clothes. It was the weirdest thing!