I was in 8th grade and I liked to make my own clothes. I got in trouble regularly for years for breaking the dress code (I was into fashion design and I also "matured" before the other girls). One teacher, in particular, constantly berated me for what I wore. I had to call home so much to have my mom bring me new clothes because I broke the dress code in even the slightest way (like, the teacher making me lift my arms way above my head and if my shirt showed the slightest amount of skin, stuff like that).

So one day, I got pissed off and wanted to mess with her. I got a copy of the rule book and made sure to read every detail about the dress code and I designed a dress to wear to school the next school day.

It was a long-sleeve purple dress that came up past my collarbone, and down past my knees... it was, however, super skin tight. It was so tight that you could see the outline of my thong.

I remember the smirk on her face as she told me: "Oh, that's a very nice dress; too bad it's too tight!"

I smirked right back at her and said: "There's nothing in the rule book about clothes being too tight."

It was the best watching the smirk leave her face and turn to anger- and she couldn't do jack about it.

She even later on was in the hallway whispering and pointing at me to the other hag teachers and called me over and told me that she thinks my skirt is too long...TOO LONG!? She asked me to hold my skirt up so it came up mid-calf (it was a mermaid style skirt so it belled out toward the bottom). She lightly threatened to send me to the office and claimed I might trip going up the steps and tried to get me to roll it up so it came up way past my ankles. I looked at her blankly and said: "No, that will look stupid. I know how to walk, I'll be fine." And left it at that.