For two years — sixth and seventh grade — I attended a private, academic prep-school in Omaha. It was my favorite two years of school. It was an Episcopalian school which meant we went to chapel every Wednesday. We also had religion as part of our basic curriculum.
I had to ride the bus because school was pretty far away. Riding the bus through Nebraska’s farmland in any season was wonderful. The bus drivers were off-duty firemen, really nice guys, both named Ed.
I even had a friend at school, a best friend, for the first time in my life.
We wore uniforms, gray flannel skirts, white blouses and a red or gray cardigan in winter, a pastel, shirtwaist dress in fall and spring. It was great not to have to think about what I was going to wear in the morning. It made it a lot easier to get on the bus at 6:30.
Later in life I returned to the uniform idea and invested in “outfits” for teaching, stuff I would never wear in my real life, suits. Not only did they make me look like the real deal, I could sleep in an extra 20 minutes. 🙂