I had a math teacher who was always chill and got along with everyone. But there were kids who wore skimpy clothes or who wore pants below their ankles. These were the wildest kids you could find and they were ridiculous. After a visit to the office, they only got sent back to class after getting a slap on the wrist. My teacher had enough. He brought in some T-shirts, sweatpants and belts. So everytime someone was dressed like a hoe or a gangster, he would have them put on the T-shirt, sweatpants or belt then go to the bathroom. He said you can get an F or get changed. That year, we all got passing grades.