To say I hated school would be a very mild understatement.
I fucking DESPISED school.
You see, my Mother taught me how to read at home before I even STARTED school.
On top of that, I was pretty fucking intelligent when I was younger, before I mercilessly slaughtered all those millions of brain cells for purely entertainment purposes.
I was way ahead of most kids intellectually from the get go and was thus bored completely out of my senses most of the time.
I can remember spelling College level vocabulary words as a challenge from a teacher , in the fourth grade.
Another example, I used a word in some fucking class that the damn foot ball coach of all people was trying to teach and not only did he tell me there was no such word, some smart ass little teachers pet jumped in and said the same thing. This was in high school and I was a full blown stoner by then.
In High School.
They were adamant there was no such word and tried to make me look like an idiot in front of the whole class.
Let’s see now,
intransitive verbTo produce offspring; reproduce.
intransitive verbTo produce (offspring); reproduce.
To beget; generate; engender; produce: as, to procreate children.
I sucked at Math in a big way but more than made up for it in other ways.
On my own, in my spare time, I literally used to read not only the Dictionary but the Encyclopedia too. I also taught myself about Particle Physics but I couldn’t find anyone else to talk to about it. I dabbled in Astronomy, Anthropology, Geology and of course, Practical Engineering.
I was also a giant fucking trouble maker. I was constantly getting into trouble. My parents went to more teacher parent conferences than all of their friends, combined.
Some of the shit I pulled would have gotten me thrown in jail for sure if I had got caught.
Not just jail, prison.
I hated Homework with a white hot passion and basically just turned in enough work in general to keep from getting held back a year. Every year.
Failed every penmanship class I ever took and to this day have horrible hand writing. You can read it and that’s all I give a shit about.
I literally barely graduated high school with a 1.2 GPA after dropping out as a Junior and then going back in a year later to a different school.
Speaking of that, I went to TWELVE different schools. 3 of them in the second grade alone.
I used to frustrate the living shit out of my teachers because they all knew I was smart but they just couldn’t “reach me”.
That’s because school was a glorified baby sitting service in my eyes.
Even when I was a little kid I could smell the bullshit and I wasn’t having any of it.
To this day there is very little that I ever learned in a fucking school that is relative to living in the real world.
So it’s no stretch of the imagination for me to just assume that every teacher I ever had talked shit about me at least once.
I ain’t sorry either.