I graduated from HS in 1972 - BARELY.
Public school bored me to tears. I didn’t take it seriously.
I still don’t.
I graduated from HS in 1972 - BARELY. Public school bored me to tears. I didn't take it seriously. I still don't.
High school taught me to be a lousy student, because the "one size fits all" treatment of students meant I coasted, and coasted badly. I didn't make it at college, partly because of instructors who didn't know how, and deans who put pedagogy about practicability. Subjects I failed at the "best school" I aced (literally) in the junior college setting, where my instructors were less about ego and more about actually imparting knowledge.
My third grade report card chastised me for prioritizing "frills" over the basic work. Those extra-curricular activities were more challenging, by far: more of the one-size-fits-all mentality.
"Bigger" doesn't mean "better." And researchers do NOT make the best teachers.
And my livelihood? Sprang from my self-taught hobbies, and a willingness to accept challenges and sometimes fail at them -- that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger and better.
I'm past the accepted retirement age, and still continue to accept challenges and risk failure. I expect to continue doing so until I drop, or my mind completely fails me.
(And that's why I refuse to take the oft-pushed analgesic jab for COVID-19 -- I don't want to hasten my collapse. Instead, I take the gaggle of over-the-counter preventatives that have served so many other people so well.)