Oh yeah? When I was your age, I walked 5 miles to school, uphill! Both ways! And in blizzards.
LOL...you obviously went to school with my dad, because he walked that same route! Uphill both ways, in snowstorms, and in bare feet.
I must admit, I hated school. Found it boring and stressful both at the same time. I was incredibly introverted and found it terribly hard to make friends - thoughI always did seem to have one. The subjects - and the teachers - put me to sleep! If anyone ever saw the original version of the movie "My Friend Flicka"...well, I was Ken. Daydreamed my way through my classes, forever looking out the window and thinking about being outdoors on a horse. And almost every instructor I had seemed to be a bad imitation of Ferris Beuller's teacher. ("Beuller...Beuller...Beuller...")
I also tend to lean toward the artistic/creative side rather than science or math, and back in 'those days' the arts were barely even touched upon. The highlight of my week was composition, for that's when we were allowed to sit and write stories. I excelled there, but even ran into some opposition with my teacher when, after I submitted one story I'd written about a horse, she refused to give me a perfect grade because - as she put it - the word 'hackamore' did not exist. She claimed I'd made it up, and as such she had to mark my story down. She also used to hint to the class that I was copying my stories from books and magazines, which riled me to no end.
But...I did make it through school alive, though I cannot tell you names of historic events, past prime ministers and presidents,orrhyme off battle dates any more than I could tell you the square root of a hypotenuse (whatever that is). In looking back, I think what our school system needed was a hypodermic needle filled with teachers cloned from Robin Williams. That would have made even the most mundane of topics enjoyable! Forget having to memorize what yearthe War of 1812 took place...bring in Teacher Williams to tear up the classroom with silliness and over-exaggerated flambuoyancy, and I guarantee we'd have a future nation filled with Einsteins. (Either that, or stand-up comedy acts would become our main contribution to the world.)