That’s pretty much it. 
The dress code is super strict. I get in trouble for my skirt lengths a lot (apparently I’m a brazen hussy tempting the young men to sin.)
(I accidentally typed that as “sing.” Which would be a completely different story.)
I usually do cardigans when it’s cooler, but those make me look like Rachel Berry. And blazers make my boobs look pornographic.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT DO WITH MYSELF.
