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"  I went to Catholic schools, and we wore uniforms practically from the time we started walking. The early versions were always a sort of blue serge skirt and vest and white blouse with an awful little red thing around the neck. The skirts had to be two inches below the knee, and the nuns were known to run around measuring with a yardstick. If they were in a hurry, they&amp;#039;d just make us all kneel down next to our desks and see if there was anybody whose hemline wasn&amp;#039;t dragging on the floor. Of course, any girl too humiliated to venture out on the streets in this particular garb just rolled her skirt up at the waist.  Then, when I was in high school, the nuns decided for some reason that a style update was in order. The news was greeted with both awe and suspicion by the student body, which was all girls and pretty much resigned to spending puberty in navy blue and white. Finally the great day arrived, and the new uniform was unveiled. The skirt was green and white checks, with the inevitable white blouse and a green blazer. And, in a stroke of genius from the nuns&amp;#039; point of view, the skirt had thousands of little bitty pleats, which made it impossible to roll up at the waist. One hand giveth, the other taketh away.   Do you have a fashion story to tell?Enter our  Love, Loss, and What I Wore  Contest for your chance to win a trip to NYC and a $1,000 Ann Taylor wardrobe! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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