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Once upon a time (5 years ago actually) the high school I went to was known as "the mexican high school" within the school district. That being said, the dress code was oddly enforced. Everyone in the school with the exception of myself (I was a confused goth at the time) and the goths with balls enough to not hide or downplay who they were always got hasselled about their dress.
Before Columbine I was the only one given any crap about me clothes. Then Columbine happened and you can add goths to the minority. The funniest/ most ridiculous thing about my hs's dress code was that over half the girls would show up dressed like something they just saw on HBO's Nightcalls yet they picked on me because I dressed like a big sack of glitter. (I was a raver) They even held an assembly with a powerpoint presentation on what was allowed.
So while booty shorts that did little to cover anything were allowed, my 20 gazillion bracelets that looked like sleeves weren't. And whil the boys could run around with their pants near their ankles, I couldn't wear a stupid pacifier around my neck. Go figure! But that was a long time ago, and college has a devil may care additude about the clothing. Unless of course it's something that profane.
*Edit: Because I realised the extreme need for paragraphs and indentation.
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