My first attire check

Sweat trickles down everyone's faces as the scrawny, and tall Discipline teacher says the magic words
"Form teachers, please conduct the attire check"
The Councilors stand up almost immediately.
They walk with cautious eyes.
Down the line they go, doing a check on everyone's uniforms.
Unsuspecting people are chatting away, turning their backs to whisper to their friends.
You hear the disapproving grunts of the Fairsians as they stand up, rolling their eyes as they get checked by their teachers.
The once lovely councilors are now looking at your attire with strictness, with swiftness.
You dont dare to catch their gaze, you can't help but look down while they assess you.
Then, as soon as they started, they end their assessment.
They slowly but surely walk down the aisle again.
Checking the next student, and this goes on.
You can't help but give out a relieved sigh, you survived your first attire check.
You look around, looking at the girls with short skirts, long fringes being booked.
Their faces tell it all.
Shivers of fear run down your spine.
And soon, you hear the Discipline Master's sweet words.
"Attire check is over"
You shoot your friend behind you an-over-relieved look.
And as fast as it started, its time to go back to classes.
to resume lessons, as if it never happened.
As you walk cautiously back to class,
you cant help but stare at the boys being reprimanded for their long pants.
"Is it so hard not to alter them?"
You wonder, puzzled.
As lessons start, you take out your books, Math.
Prime Numbers.
And soon, the memories of that spine chilling attire check leave you
An insignificant recluse.