I hated wearing uniforms all throughout grade university.
It started in elementary university with these uncomfortable and itchy polo shirts the people I was with and I had to wear that were made out of thick and abrasive fabric.
Those shirts used to make myself and others sweat whenever walking through the halls from 1 classroom to the next. By the time I got to middle university, things only got worse. We had long sleeve button up shirts to wear with ties and dress pants to complete the ensemble. Everyone hated these uniforms, especially the guys who were tall or heavier in body type, because there weren’t unlimited sizes. Some guys had pants that didn’t reach their ankles, while others had bulging shirts that looked love the buttons were hanging on for dear life. Nowadays I don’t take uniforms so seriously, especially with professionals. I guess some people who won’t hire workers unless they’re wearing scrub uniforms, even if it’s a vehicle mechanic. My Dad cycled through a few odd heating and cooling companies when I was a teenager because the first more than one didn’t have nice uniforms. She felt that a uniform says more about a professional and their corporation than most would admit. She lectured that a repairman who overlooks their uniform is willing to overlook other aspects of their job. I understand her logic, although I don’t know it holds up in practice. The lady who I hire to maintain my a/c only wears a short sleeve button up shirt and a pair of slacks. Sure, it’s sort of a uniform, however it doesn’t have her name or supplier logo on it and I don’t see why it should.