It's Called "Professional School" For a Reason

So stop acting like you're headed out for a night on the town.

Really, girls. And yes, you are girls, not women. There's no reason to be sitting in class all hoochied up in your super low-rise jeans and halter tops. It was bad enough when it was still warm, but now you're really ridiculous. If 98% of the people around you are wearing jackets, then the slinky black top made from a 6"x6" piece of cloth and a few pieces of elastic might not be the best choice to put on when you leave your apartment in the morning. And strappy sandals should go back into the closet by mid-October in this part of the country. If you can't put your clothes into separate piles for "Clubbing" and "School", then you need to rethink your clothing choices. How do you expect anyone to take you seriously as a lawyer if your boobs are hanging out? You don't have to come to school business casual, but you should at least make the effort to find an outfit that wouldn't get you kicked out of church for indecency.

And while we're at it, let's talk about your liberal use of perfume. First of all, one small squirt should be more than sufficient. If you think to yourself, "Gee, I wonder if I've got enough perfume on", you can always safely assume that the answer is "yes". Always. Second, there is no reason why you should be carrying a bottle of perfume in your bookbag. The corollary to this rule is that you don't need to reapply your perfume between classes. Third, if you choose to ignore my first two points, apply your perfume by spraying it on yourself. Do not spray it into the air and use your hands to waft it toward yourself. Who taught you that, anyway? Incredible stupidity of this maneuver aside, you are now contaminating my airspace. I don't want to smell like a funeral bouquet (nice fragrance choice there, by the way::roll eyes::) and walking directly through your chemical cloud is irritating my asthma. Also, in case you didn't notice, this bathroom does not have any ventilation. No windows, no fans, nothing. That means that now your icky fragrance is trapped in here for every woman who needs to use the bathroom in the next 45 minutes to enjoy. Thanks. Really.