First, I have to agree that the linked school policy sounds a bit extreme.
That being said, I am in favor of uniforms (not dress codes). We went to uniforms right before my junior year of high school. At the time, I hated the ugly things and couldn’t wait to be rid of them. Looking back, I really do believe they cut down on at least a few reasons some students were taunted in school.
Oh sure, you still knew who had money and who didn’t. But before we went to uniforms there was always the student who was made fun of because they wore the same sweater twice in a week. Or had a “generic” polo-style shirt. (Yes, I graduated in '84–at the height of the Izod/Ralph Lauren craze and every darn polo-style shirt had to have some silly icon on it.) And heaven help you if you showed up to school in “buddies” (the name for “non brand” sneakers–at the time Tretorns, Addidas and Nike were the only brands allowed). And, oh the angst the right pair of jeans caused! Levis were semi-okay. But Calvin Klien (this was the era of the Brooke Shields commercials) Sasson, and Gloria Vanderbilt were the only ones that were truly “cool.”
Sure, it didn’t eliminate teasing. But thinking of all the time I spent planning my wardrobe (god, were we really that superficial?), all the fights with my mother over what brand of clothing I just had to buy, and all the money I wasted on stupid status clothes, I have to admit that the uniforms were a good idea.
Also, I remember “Jane,” a scholarship (this was a private school) student who came to stay with my family (long story) for one semester my softmore year. Jane’s family was undergoing some financial problems, and she didn’t have the required brands or number of essential cool items. I was amazed at how stressful just getting dressed for school was for her. She had maybe 5 outfits she could wear to school. That was it. And, unfortunately, there were comments like “oh, Jane’s wearing her Monday sweater again.” She could have worn some of my mother’s or my clothing if we’d been similar sizes–but my mom and I were about 5’4" and Jane was over 5’10". Sure, she got some new clothing at the time she stayed with us, but I will never forget just what a crisis simply choosing clothes and getting dressed was for her.
Maybe it was the times. Maybe my school was particularly snotty (and, I admit, we were). But uniforms, while not a perfect solution to adolesent teasing, were a big step in the right direction.
Lastly, lucky for me, uniforms became required right as we hit the new wave/early MTV years. God forgive me for the fashion choices I made in 1983. I look back on some of the truly dreadful early 80’s Go-Go- or Flashdance-inspired crap I wore outside of school. Hey, uniforms saved me from some very embarassing school photos!