And the vice principal paraded me through the campus while loudly berating me and then measured the hemline of my dress as compared to my knee by placing a dollar bill against my thigh. I called my mom crying and she got an article published in the local paper about it with a picture of the outfit I was wearing and ā€˜slut shamingā€™ in the title, exposing their common practice of humiliating girls. I said in the article that a dollar bill is not a measuring implement and that having one placed on my body against my will made me feel like I was being treated like a stripper. The PR nightmare made them stop. A male teacher with questionable intentions who I later smoked weed with at a party praised me in front of our film class for ā€˜fighting the man.ā€™ Everyone clapped. We attended a lot of mediation meetings and they were so afraid that we were going to sue that i was able to leverage it to graduate despite being on the precipice of being held back due to failing my classes from not doing work šŸ˜Ž I still canā€™t do math to this day
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