I don't like uniforms.

“Sir,” you replied, “I don’t like those uniforms. I much prefer to wear something that is more comfortable. I mean when I feel more comfortable, my schoolwork is better. Isn’t that is what is most important?” you reply.

I almost laugh aloud, and say “What a wonderfully impertinent response! In a single stroke, you have dismissed the importance of the major reason for your attendance at school. You seem to be laboring under the impression that the reason for your being here is to assist you in reaching heights of academic achievement, when in fact it is to train you how to behave in society. Academics can be learned anywhere, but knowledge alone leads to anarchy, nothing but each striving to best the other in endless games of one-upmanship.”

“You are here to learn to excel in society, to support your eventual husband by running his household, and by rearing his children to reflect his values and station in life.” I paused for a moment, and then continued sternly, “The sooner you allow this simple concept to permeate your attractive yet impertinent little skull the easier your life here will be.”

"For now the question is, will you comply and do as you are directed, or shall we go directly to shall we say, less pleasant tactics?"