Heh, my winter uniform for high school was absolutely vile (gym slip and tights, which were a pain in the ass because I had to hand wash them every day) but it still beat the hell out of having people judge me for not wearing cool stuff (as happened at previous schools. God, preteens can be little shits.) We were allowed to wear our own clothes in our final year, which was nice because by then everyone had outgrown that kind of pettiness, so it was all the pleasure with none of the pressure.