I wasn't. By the time the cords rubbed off the jeans were falling apart anyway. I was no longer getting a clothing allowance and working off my tuition bill so paying for clothes was an issue that year. At one point I was called into a meeting and reprimanded for my ragged jeans. I was so embarrassed I sat there stone faced with tears coming down my face. The meeting was adjourned with no resolution and I went straight to the phone and told my grandmother I was threatened with suspension over my messed up clothes. If my memory is correct I came back from Christmas vacation with new blue jeans and shirts. People think private church schools are like summer camp for rich kids and it's just not true. It's more like a reform school where your family sends you to get rid of you. You end up paying to be watched and have every hour controlled. Going home for visits you are like a stranger by the time your four years of high school is over. I got kicked out my senior year and took a GED. No way was I going to fit into a public school for one semester just to get a stupid diploma.