When I moved to coventry, I spent two terms in a school that had a strict uniform where I was constantly harassed, not because I didn't wear the uniform, but because I wore it wrong. I had a neat tie, I had plain socks, I used to go around in a knee length brown leather coat, I had matching brown doc martin boots and I had a lemon yellow rucksack. All this was not conforming to either the school or the pupils views of the right accoutrements required, and so both staff and pupils pestered me about it. I ignored them.
Weirdly enough, the school before when I could wear whatever I wanted, and chose some pretty garish items of clothing and I was either ignored or complemented.
To this day I just regard it as an example of the extraordinary small mindedness of the coventry people.