LogFAQs > #962182417

Hard to say. I was always a kind of paradoxical kid, because while I loved learning, I kind of hated classes in general. A combination of bad teachers, an iron-clad curriculum, and simultaneously rushing through topics while also having to slow the whole process down so the worst students could keep up usually made classes boring at best and torturous at worst. I learned way better when I just did my own research on loads of topics in my own free time.

Not helped by the fact that, if I thought a teacher was an asshole, I tended to shut down and become obstructionist and anti-authoritarian and just started fucking with them. While generally not doing any homework but still passing tests so they couldn't justify failing me. Those teachers almost certainly hated me.

Teachers I respected tended to love me, though. Which always led me to wonder if any of those teachers ever talked about me in the teachers' lounge and realized they had radically different opinions of me, and if they ever tried to figure out precisely why I treated some teachers like shit and others not (but that would have required introspection from apathetic disillusioned asshats who were terrible at their job but hid behind tenure, so probably not).

I probably had the most fun in my Graphics Arts classes (basically sort of a hybrid computer class mixed with desktop publishing where you could work on art projects or semi-professional jobs), mainly because those were mostly just self-guided fuck-arounds where I spent most of my time playing computer games. Or working on my own projects (which was arguably the beginning of a lot of my later writing and web design activity in college and afterwards). Psychology was another favorite class (and is part of what led me into majoring in it in college), but I almost hesitate to call it a "subject" because I only had one year of it in high school.

Other than that... gym was actually enjoyable when we could do solo work and not group team games (which I hated) - in my later high school years I was able to spend most of my time in the weight room or using the school track (which worked in tandem with the fact that I was running on the track team at the time). Though I did kind of enjoy when we got to play volleyball (because I was very good at it). Ironically, I got better at sports like soccer and hockey while in college - if I'd been better at them sooner, I'd probably have enjoyed gym even more.

History was always interesting, but rarely so the way it was taught in school (and it didn't help that high school classes tended to focus on US history, which I've always found incredibly boring - I find antiquity to be a much more interesting period). Same with Science (though hands on labwork in Chemistry and Physics was kind of fun). English should have been fun in theory (I loved reading and did it for my own enjoyment constantly), but the literature they picked to study always seemed to be stuff I was never really interested in, and grammar lessons were generally presented in ways that made them dry and boring. I absolutely loathed Math, though (mainly because of the fact that the absolute worst shit-tier teachers I ever had always seemed to be the math teachers, and it discouraged me from ever pursuing any career in a STEM field that would require math in any way).

Forced "vocational" classes tended to be meh at best - stuff like Home Ec, Cooking, Sewing never interested me at all, and stuff like Art or Music always felt less engaging because being artistic with other people judging your work sucked the fun out of it. I was terrible at shop classes (I've never been all that mechanically inclined), though my Architectural Design class was fun (and actually encouraged my best friend to later pursue a career in Drafting/CAD).

The only other class/subject I can remember taking was French, which I wasn't super-great at or enthusiastic about (though I was good enough to be in the French Honor Society). I always had a much easier time reading it than speaking it, and I never really mastered the knack of understanding it intuitively (kind of necessary to hold conversations) as opposed to essentially translating it as you go (which is a much slower process). I made it as far as AP French V, but never bothered taking the AP test because I was pretty sure I was going to fail it.