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My sophomore year of college I had a history professor who came to us from Morehouse. He had a dress code for his class. (Any Morehouse men on here probably know who I'm talking about, he was known for this.) No jeans, no sneakers, no flip flops, no sweats, no t shirts. Guys had to wear khakis or slacks with button down shirts, ties, and/or sweaters, and girls had to wear skirts or slacks with nice tops or sweaters. Even if your class was at 8am. His reasoning for this was that one day in Atlanta him and his wife were walking past a club that had a dress code posted outside of it. He thought that if places were you went to get drunk and hang out with your friends had to have dress codes, then he should have one for his class were you come to learn. In theory, it sounded like a good idea. Except that we're a very laid-back school where it's perfectly acceptable to show up to your night class in pajamas. There were a lot of complaints about this and I think he got in trouble for it because he no longer requires it.
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