I wish we had uniforms. I like visual uniformity(I know, that’s weird from someone as weird as me). Then being poor wouldn’t matter. 
I’m not sure on the basic premise of uniforms in the beginning precisely, but I think the general idea in the beginning was it made people feel some sense of ‘unity’. Also many schools started off as religious here even if not all are now so to prevent inappropriate dress and even for non-religious reasons people keep it up today (… it doesn’t really always work these days. Teens can get creative.). Not to mention yes, family economics came into it- so families who couldn’t afford say the ‘fancy’ clothes could still have their kids looking smart by more or less wearing the same outfit 5 days a week and not have to go through so many clothes aside from maybe having to have 5 shirts.
Also in modern day arguments for uniforms- peer pressure is argued as a point in favour.
Plus it sucks having to pick clothes every day anyway.
It’s almost weird when I was watching American TV and no kids were wearing uniforms in the shows.
Of course one problem can be school rivalries. It’s easy to see who is from where. School sports isn’t a big deal here at all (and hasn’t been for years), quite unlike America from what I’ve heard and seen (I’VE been in sports teams, and I’m no athlete)- don’t get me wrong, but that doesn’t stop some kids getting the stupid ‘us and them’ mentality once in a while.
Plus while my hometown is small it has several primary, two grammar and two high schools and services many villages and towns for education. My own school was one of the grammars and the only mixed faith one (as in catholic and protestant together) and a lot of people went to it from quite a distance away because it was pretty good.
My old school is also really old- like many decades older than American independence old. It started as an old charity school by some landowner who wanted an education for boys from good parents who were without cash.
I’m eating a strawberries cake.
Well, I just get so tired of, “Why don’t you wear these?” “Why don’t you rip your jeans?”
All those others are really great reasons. I just think it would be cool if there was no “cool” because everybody wore the same outfit.
I’m turning 18 in 17 days. How ironic, saying that this day, seeing that i’m 17 today…
My teeth are hurt today.
My teeth have been filled in, some of them have.
MentalGuru: That’s crazy awesome how old your school is!
I only wore Uniforms for two years when I was in 2nd & 3rd grade before I transfered to another Elementery School where they didn’t have uniforms.
However, we wore chef jackets and touques in my High School’s Culinary Arts program. I also have 2 Future Farmers of America uniforms (One for showing livestock and another for leadership activities)
Today was (hopefully) the last time I saw an horrible professor.
Something about me? Okay, how about I’m 5’7", and I weight 125 lbs.
I have really weird dreams.
^ I have the most action packed dreams ever.
Actally Spirit Im sorry to say that belongs to me.
I believe I record the most TV shows in my house than anyone in my family.
I’ve never recorded a tv show.
I’m a very, very lonely person. Sometime I wanna cry because of how lonely I am. I have family and friends, but there’s nobody I have a whole lot in common with. I can be surrounded by people I know, yet I’ll feel lonely. When I talk about certain things and how I feel about them, or how they make me feel, all I get is increduluos looks or comments like, “your weird”, or “you need help”. And in turn, that has made me very shy and uncomfortable about meeting new people. It would hurt me if I meet somebody, and they made fun of me because of things I love, how I feel about certain things or things I would talk about. I just want that one really good friend that I have a lot in common with. When I told somebody that recently, he said, “good luck with that”, in a sarcastic way. 
The Outsider, you shouldn’t really care about how other people think about you. You should care about what YOU think of yourself. I feel shy myself, and sometimes lonely, but it helps me get through the day telling myself that “what i think of myself is the only thing that matters.”. And i’m sure that everyone else on this forum can be a great new addition to this friendship that you’ve been looking for, of acceptance, tolerance, and the lack of sarcasm at the expense of another’s feelings.
I can relate.
Hear, hear. somethingguy speaks with the truth
In the end we also have probably all of us have had points in life where we’ve been lonely if we aren’t now. If you want to discuss and speak things out feel free to do so here.
I used to be a lot shyer than I am now and yes as somethingguy has pointed out it did sometimes come from caring to much about what people would think of my words- so much so that I didn’t speak much at all.
While we should respect other peoples feelings too there is a way of going too far with it, and feel free to join discussions here- while I also had some outside help eventually some parts of the internet helped me out. I also found writing stories and things helped me to organise my thoughts in some respects too in addition to other things which helped me. (It didn’t make things easy that I had a slight speech problems- which cropped up again when I was very stressed at first nothing big- but I had to build my confidence in that way to get better).
Sure, there can be criticisers out there and sometimes criticism is good- I’m not a perfect person after all either and no-one is, but it’s up to you in the end to decide whether their criticism is to be considered valuable or worth your while or not after consideration and you don’t have to take it. And people who make you feel horrible for tiny small things are not really people worth considering in those terms of being worth worrying over.
At some point you’ll find friends IRL too and until then you can always have here. (And afterwards too!)
Thanks for the kind words folks. It’s weird for me. I don’t know if this will make sense. Sometimes I have a hard time conveying my thoughts into words. But I don’t really care about what people would say. Well I guess I do, but then I don’t. I can be hurt by some of the things people say to me, and if I feel passionately about something, or really love something and they make fun of me for it, I can get hurt feelings. But at the same time, I tell myself, “oh well, to hell with what they think, I’m not going to change,” and I haven’t. But deep down inside, I’m scarred by what was said.
I do love the fact that I can come here, and see that there are people who feel the same way I do about things. For example. When I talked to people about the score for How to Train Your Dragon, and how much I love it and how certain pieces makes me cry, I got a lot of this, 
Same thing when I talk about how certain parts of the movie main me cry. Like the Romantic FLight scene. I gets to me sometimes. It’s so beautiful, and the score takes it to another level. But when I talk about these things with people, again with this, . Or how from 2:15 to 2:23 during the Counter Attack piece, it moves me so much, that it feels like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me. I was so suprised and happy to find out that some people on this site felt the way I do about it the HtTYD film score.
Months before Tangled came out, before there was ever a picture released, I read that they were going for a look similar to the painting, The Swing. I looked it up at work, and I gasped out loud. It was so beautiful to me. Right then and there, I decided that I wanted to learn about art. I wanted to know what I was looking at. I took an Art History class and I loved it! But everybody I know finds art boring when I talk about it. They don’t see how something so old can move me in any way. Looking at a piece of art that moves me gives me a natural high feeling.
I loved classical music. It’s my favorite kind of music. When I talk about how a piece can have me going through the gamut of emotions, nobody understands. Again with the . Sometimes, I could be walking somewhere listening to classical music, and a piece is moving me so much, I have to fight back tears, or I have to try to keep walking in a normal way because the piece is getting to me and it’s sending chills through my body, or it feels like there’s this force that’s trying to make my body want to just stop, close my eye’s, open my arms with my head to the sky, and let the nirvana-esque feeling the music is giving me wash over me while I have the biggest smile on my face it can make. Some pieces make me feel like I could sprout wings, and take off and fly. Sometimes a piece can put me in a dark mood. Classical music can send me to exciting places mentally. It can paint vivid pictures. Nobody I know understands these things.
I love to read. I know a couple of people that love to read, but we don’t like the same kind of books. So that emliminates talking to them about books.
Nobody I know understands how a 28 year old man can love toys. Or understands how I can get excited when I see certain toys on a self in a store that I knew nothing about it being out, but it was a pleasant suprise to see it.
Nobody I know understands how an animated film can make me cry, because the characters on the screen aren’t real. This one makes me want to fight sometimes. 
Sorry I typed such a long reply.