I was a goody two shoes at my strict convent school, too frightened to do anything wrong, in case I got into trouble with the nuns or my scary mother.
My friends broke all the rules;
*Wore make up to school
*Didn't wear their school hats in town. (Members of the public would phone to alert the school)
*Sneaked into town at lunchtime and free periods to buy make up from Woolworths
*Left before the bell
*Wore coloured tights, instead of American tan ?
*Had a trendy bag instead of a briefcase
*Rolled up their skirts to turn them into mini skirts.
*And worst of all, at home time walked along the same side of the road as the boys from the Academy across the road and then CHATTED to them at the town Cross.
...and what happened to them, absolutely nothing, they didn't experience eternal damnation, weren't given a punishment exercise, get barred from applying for university, given detention or expelled or grounded by their mother, all the things I was threatened with!
Hindsight is a great thing. They all went on to become, doctors, lawyers, scientists, despite them breaking all the school rules.
I became the exact opposite when I started teaching, I was a rebel.