In my time, my discipline master would walk around the exam hall
with a big pair of scissors.
If he decides that your hair is too long.... SNIP SNIP SNIP,
you'll suddenly find your fringe lying on your exam paper in front
of you.
On top of that, my school would call down a barber every now and
then without warning. If you were unlucky enough to be caught with
long hair on that day, then off you go to see him.
As harsh as such measures are, I cannot argue with the message:
Cut your own hair to acceptable standards, or we'll do it
for you.
If you don't like what the school is doing to your hair, then
for goodness' sake go and get it cut yourself before you get
caught.
If it were up to me, I'd also freakin' give the mother a 4-by-2
cut, because she has utterly failed in her duty as a parent. Call
the police for fcuk?!?!?!?
