My life story, Part 29 In late September 1981, we heard that the universities would be opened for students who had three or less semesters to finish school. We heard that our university’s location changed from college-bridge to Mirdamad street so we got ready to attend the classes, but we didn’t know that the dress code was changed also. The first day, we went to university wearing clothes like we would wear before the cultural reform, because wearing hijab was not mandatory in the society yet, But the university guards didn’t let us in and we had to wear hijab and the boys had to wear shirts with long sleeves and have a decent beard. The first day we couldn’t attend the class because we were unaware of the change in the dress code. The next day we wore hijab as they instructed, but they vigorously objected to our makeup and high-hills we were wearing. We promised that we would do as they want tomorrow, so they let us in. When we wanted to sit in our class, they told us boys and girls should sit separately; boys in the front rows and girls in the back rows. We were afraid to talk to boys and we felt like strangers sitting in a room. When we finally sat down on our chairs, The principal came in with a paper in his hands which had our names written on it. He said, anyone that I read his/her name must leave the class and they are not eligible for studying in the Islamic university.