I’ve been meaning to link to this charming essay comparing high schools in Jordan and the USA. To add a layer of complexity to the comparison, Natasha went to a Catholic girls school in Jordan:
“A woman’s reputation is like a sheet of glass,” the nuns used to tell us. “If you scratch the glass, the mark will stay there forever. It can never be repaired.” With that thought in mind, approaching boys to the eyes and ears of watching nuns was something I decided to put off for a while. Studying came first. Boys came last, or never at all.
I imagine that eyebrow piercings weren’t permitted either.
DarrenBarefoot.com 
I believe that essay reads as “unintentionally hilarious.”
The reason is that her experience strongly resembles that of my wife, who went to a Catholic girls’ school…in Vancouver.
In other words, I think this is the story of going to a parochial school, not a Lebanese school.