Rannnntt about my school 😵💫😵💫😵💫
It’s honestly impressive how a school can call itself career-focused, forward-thinking, and cool, yet absolutely lose its mind over clothes. The programs? Great. The teachers? Chill. The environment? Pretty solid. The dress code? Acting like it’s fighting for its life.
Apparently, we’re being trained for the “real world,” a place where professionalism is determined by how much shoulder exists and whether pants dare to fit a human body. Forget skills, confidence, or actually learning something useful let’s pull out a ruler instead.
What makes it funnier is that real jobs don’t even care this much. Offices, studios, hospitals, and workplaces everywhere somehow survive without policing every inch of fabric. But here? One slightly cropped shirt and suddenly it’s a crisis.
You can’t keep branding a school as modern and career-ready while enforcing rules that feel outdated and controlling. Either trust students or admit the dress code isn’t about professionalism
Still a cool school, though. Just maybe stuck in another decade.
I still love my school.
