My 15-year old gd in New Zealand looks very smart in her green plaid kilt and white blouse - no tie or hat. I like the idea of uniform because it makes everybody equal, but sometimes it is taken to ridiculous lengths in England. We had to have navy cardigans and coats, not black, and sometimes they were only obtainable at Manners, a very expensive specialist shop in Mancheser. My mother took out a Provident cheque to buy my first uniform as my dad, whilst proud that I had passed the 'scholarship' was not proud enough to contribute. She tried to dye a lavender coat, given to me by the woman she cleaned for, but it wouldn't take navy blue, so I had to have a regulation gaberdine. The posh girls wore velour hats and straw boaters in summer, but the rest of us wore berets with the school badge sewn on all year round.
Of course, like today's girls, in the early 1950s we managed to customise our uniforms - tie in blazer pocket, top button undone, skirt shortened from calf length to knee length. I suppose we looked just as scruffy as they do today - but no make-up , of course. I think Mother Anna would have had a heart attack if she saw the way 13-year olds go to school today.
Our school motto was a perversion of 'Omnia vincit amore' (love conquers all) and became 'Omnia vicit labor' (work conquers all).
There were no boys or men teachers, but in gym we had to go though stupid contortions to prevent the other girls seeing our bras - no showers, of course. Boy, those nuns were obsessed by sex, although it was never mentioned, not even menstruation or pregnancy. Anybody wanting to take Biology at A-level had to go to the local Technical College. It was quite a popular subject, because the Tech had boys!