Go to Vishnevsky's class, but the syllabus has a certain clause in it

Naomi sighed, "fine, whatever. I'll transfer to Vishnevsky's class."

"Perfect!" the lady consoled her, "the first day is tomorrow at 8."

"Yippy!" Naomi sighed with mock glee as she left the building and streaked back to her dorm.

The next day, she groaned out of bed and got dressed, once again in a t-shirt and jeans. Lucky for her, she had another pair of sneakers after Dr. Glasnow had taken hers, but this was her last. Oh well, at least there wouldn't be another pervy professor who strips students for fun.

Naomi sauntered across the quad, her eyes lined with dark circles that were made worse by the fact that she had neglected to put makeup on in her state of fatigue. When she got to the room, she saw that there were only three other students, and they were all as tired as her. She sat down to the front row, and was barely paying attention when Dr. Vishnevsky walked in and made introductions. She was pleasantly surprised that the professor seemed a lot nicer than Dr. Glasnow, and even personally handed out syllabi for the four students in the room. She scanned the document and her heart sank when she read a certain paragraph at the bottom.

"Once in a while, I reserve the right to undress a student of the class, and require their continued nudity throughout the semester, in order to test their social and emotional bonds with their peers. This nudity requirement extends outside of class, and indeed outside of campus - being the student and being caught with clothes on is grounds for failing the course."

"Umm, Dr. Vishnevsky?" Naomi raised her hand to get the professor's attention.

"Yes?"

"There's a sentence at the end of the syllabus that says a student can be required to get naked during this class. Is it possible for a student to opt out of that policy if selected?"