Question 36 ~ school

Did you have a favorite subject in school?  One you dreaded?

   I didn't like school much, I guess I felt I had better things to do at the time.  My mother told me "you're going to regret this." When I enter college I had to admit she was right, even though I hate admitting she is ever right :).

My favorite class was my creative writing English class in 10th grade.  I enjoyed that class, even looked forward to going to it, I never once skipped it and I actually got A's in that class... which was so new for me!  I was expressing myself and getting good grades for it.  That was when I became passionate about writing.  I had always written poems, but never thought they were anything but scribbles.  Here in that class they meant something, and my teacher thought they were good.  I began to realize putting my feelings down in poems was worthwhile, although it was hard for me to share them, it opened me up.  My writing was worthwhile, and that made me believe so was I.
The subject I dreaded was History.  Now I'm not completely sure it was the subject or the teacher... either way it turned me off to history completely.  The teacher did not care for me at all, had told me I wouldn't amount to anything.  We clashed constantly.  It made even trying harder, and of coarse I felt, not worth my time.  I remember one time, we were to write these final book reports that would count as 40% of our grade.  I was failing I had to do something!!  We were to get a book on someone we felt was important to history and bring it to class and he would approve it.  I got a book on Rosa Parks. I had it approved and went to work.  I worked my butt off.  I gave up every weekend, all the parties, dates etc.  I need to get my grade up and here was my chance.  I did a great job on it, if I do say so myself.  I even illustrated it.  When we got them back he just sort of flopped it on my desk, it had a BIG F covering the front page.  I flipped it open and he hadn't written a thing in there... he hadn't even read it.  I said "what the hell?!"  He said "you never had your book approved by me!"  I have to say probably because I actually worked on this I was madder then ever.  I said "you Fing liar!!"  Of coarse I was sent to the office, I held out the report to him and said "read it!"  he took that pointer thing he always used and slapped it out of my hand.. hitting my hand.  That was the day I gave up on History class, that was the day my teacher got punched (not by me by the boy behind me when he hit me).  I could rewrite the report and TRY to bring my grade up, but since it would be "late" it would be knocked down a grade... or I'd have to repeat the class.  I quit school shortly after that.  (I did go back to a different school) but that was a life changing moment. 

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To Monica aka Monkleeozz at Losing my mind
and Cherry aka Cherry2sweet2eat at Just Getting It off My Chest!