I attempted to grow a Goatee this year. No-one noticed it, never mind complained about it.
Then one day, I arrived home and discovered a message on my answering machine.
The message was from some person from the school who I had met, She said... "Oh hi Nigel (my name, Don't stalk me.) This is Mrs Shitdicks, I don't want to bring this matter up with your parents, (Which is funny since She rang my Family's HOME PHONE at 7 in the Evening.) but we are concerned with the hair on your lip, Please rectify this problem".
I found the message hilariously pathetic. She tried so hard to speak in an dignified matter, as if she was pretending she didn't work for a mediocre school in one of the Plebiantastic areas of New Zealand. Not wanting any trouble. I shaved it off.
Lucky for me, I am Year 13 next year. I am free of Uniform and all it's Draconian restrictions, Meaning I can grow the awesome beard that I always wanted.