In the article it talks about a hostile cabal of girls who sat in the back and sniggered, led by a girl named Shari. I remember that well. I also remember a kind of pressure, like, "in your other classes, you're learning nice things, but this is your real class, where you'll learn to be in your place and stay there." I hated it, in short.
There was a false sense of science and seriousness, where you had to write down on a worksheet the precise measurements of whatever you were making.
The worst thing that happened was in sewing. We were making a skirt. A straight skirt rather than a dirndl. I had mistakenly sewn the sides of the back together rather than the center seam, so the seam was more curved than it should be. My teacher showed it to another woman who happened to be there and said, "Why, it looks like it's for a dark girl." I was so embarrassed and ashamed for my teacher. I inherently knew that what she said was demeaning and wrong.