Do/did you like school?

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I liked the academic aspect of school, particularly English and languages.

I was bullied by a group of people I would call the criminal element.

I wasn't really popular at school, but I was eventually liked by my peers.

I went on to get a Master's in English, but I got sick of all the political correctness and rank anti-Americanism of the instructors and was glad to be done.

English so it may apply differently to me: -

Year 1 - No reason to hate it... just fitted in like the others
Year 2 - Same
Year 3 - Stuck out in ways... when I was told off I cried lol
Year 4 - Ok... but realised I was kinda picked on
Year 5 - Same
Year 6 - Same
Year 7 - Bullied and unfairly treated
Year 8 - Picked on nastily, perhaps not quite bullying but f****** horrible
Year 9 - Minor self mutilation... scratched myself with a compass from time to time picked on again... all the past prevented me from growing spine too... it sucked.
Year 10 - Not nice... still had no spine but determined in work
Year 11 - Not nice... just bored out of my skull and inevitably failed most academics.
First year of College - Happier... much more accepted but still shy as hell and little spine.
Second year of College - Badass... I've grown spine man. I've become a load more social and everything's starting to work out for me. And in the years beforehand no girl would want me but now... they'd probably be quite surprised if I were to tell them just how recently I've become the way I have. Still flaws but what does it matter? A few flaws is a lot better than 90% flawed.

So anyway - I absolutely despised school. I blame it for my lack of spine in those days. Just 2 years at College grew me a lot of spine. I wonder what the 3rd year will do.

I don't mean it may apply differently as in feel different, but the grading may look different lol.

Honestly, whoever came up with that one needs a good slap (I'm guessing they also came up with the equally stupid "sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me". I mean, at least broken bones heal. Psychological damage can last a freakin' lifetime...).

The only times I really, truly enjoyed school were during lesson times. Outside of the classroom, I felt like I was adrift in a completely incomprehensible soup of confusion.

I loved school. . .during summer break.

I hated school back then but miss it now, i got picked on just like all u guys, but grew up alot, had I been homeschooled no way would I be as successful as I am or have the friends I have, very lucky. I was always so anxious about someday being an adult, but now, i really wanna go back.

Anybody at work on a time matchin yet? I promis I wont change anything!

Kindergarten: Can't remember much about it.

Reception-Year 4: Generally enjoyed it. Got bullied a bit now and then, but nothing too severe.

Year 5-Mid year 7: We moved from Adelaide, the capital city of South Australia, to a mid-sized town (around 13,000 people) 309KM NW called Pt. Augusta. Academically I was bored out of my mind (which is why I truanted so much during the first half of year 5. I eventually got caught, though, and after that I stopped doing it), but socially I was at my high point. Since I was pretty much the smartest kid there (not much competition, though), people respected me, meaning that I had quite a few friends and pretty much no enemies (there were a few kids, but since I was also friends with some of the toughest kids in the school, they left me alone)

Second half of year 7: We moved to Cairns, a city roughly 3800 KM to the north east. I was miserable, got bullied a lot, was still bored academically, and had hardly any friends.

Year 8: Loved it. For the first time in 3 years I was being challenged mentally, and since most people in my class were nice people and of a similar intellect to me (most of them weren't quite on the same level as me, but they were close) I made a decent group of close friends and pretty much no enemies. Towards the end of the year I had trouble working on the major assignments (the work itself wasn't hard, I just had a hard time actually sitting down and doing it), but nothing too big.

Year 9: What had begun as a bit of a problem at the end of Year 8 developed into something more serious. I was still doing most homework (the small stuff that came in increments was fine), but the big assignments that required multiple days/weeks of work were being put off until the last night, and some didn't get done at all. I began faking illness as the due dates approached, and then when I actually got an illness that put me out of commission for a few weeks, it just got worse, with me faking a lot more often. I remembered enough stuff from year 8 to get by in the classes despite missing a lot, but I was beginning to fall behind.

Year 10: Pretty much the same as year 9, just worse. Since I had missed most of the second half of year 9, I fell far behind in the few classes that didn't require lengthy assignments, like maths. I was unable to get out of school by faking, so I began truanting. Eventually I got caught, and got into a lot of trouble. My home life began to get a lot more stressful, which just made everything worse. After my mum and I talked with the school, it was decided that the year would be scrapped, and the slate would be wiped clean for year 11. However, since I had missed so much I probably would have been better off repeating year 10, but my mum didn't know just how badly I had fallen behind, and I'm a pretty fast learner, so on to year 11 I went.

Year 11 ('06): Complete and utter loss. The combination of stress from the major assignments, the stress from not being able to do the work in the classes that didn't require major assignments, the stress from my family being stressed, and most of all the stress from the massive mountain of lies I had told, and not being able to see a way out of it all, led to me going into a deep depression. In about March (the school year in Australia begins in late January/early February) I began seeing a psychologist weekly, and was pulled out of school (the amount of days I had missed meant that I wasn't going to be able to pass the year, anyway). Gradually I began to get out of my depression, and I started getting tutored in Maths B and Maths C (Maths A is pretty much accountancy), two areas I had fallen behind in and was actually going to use. About a month after completing the course work in November (the same month I was diagnosed with AS, incidentally), we moved here to London.

Roger Bannister was asked in an interview if he thought his schooldays were "the best time of his life," and said an emphatic, "NO!" He liked the academics, but felt out of place because, surprisingly, he thought of himself as a very poor athlete and, at his secondary school, athletics were looked upon more highly than academics. He was also very shy. Even an academically strong student will admit there are aspects of school life that were less than enjoyable.

Yes that sucks... I mean words can be more powerful than a lot of physical harm - those 'names' people used to call me and things they said to make me feel degraded kept me meek as a lamb for years...
It was only last year and this year when I've grown much more dignity and hold a better ground. People will respect me now... it's much nicer these days. But yes - if the names and things still happened, I don't think I'd be as strong as I am now, at all.

I loved elementary school, I was a smart-ass know it all
Middle was okay for 6th grade, but for 7th and 8th I got picked on a lot, so I didn't like is so much then (and I am NT--even we get bullied)
High school I got accepted in a sort of honors type school and didn't know a singleperson, so hence I was excluded and then picked on some more.
College was great, I partied all the time, hence it took 8 years to graduate.

so I guess my answer is no I hated school

My years at school

Reception class: fun
Year 1 very boring
Year 2 Much better then year 1 we were allowed to talk in class
Year 3 (First year in juniors) I got a lot of help from a teacher who came to help people getting suspicious
Year 4 Wasn't my favourite year
Year 5 A combination of sport and talent I particuly liked the talent part did a lot of performing as at that time I wanted to be in the performing arts
Year 6 (Last year in juniors) Got help again also in that year got diagnosed with something called Asperger Syndrome but I wasn't to be told I've got it.
Year 7 (First year at secondary) A year of settling down with new friends it took me one term to fit in.
Year 8 I am finally told I've got AS did alot of work in an Aspie unit
Year 9 a pretty rubbish year and knowing that it's going to get worst
Year 10 I left in year 10 around Christmas any chance of further education in questioning and seven years later its still being questioned.

1-BEST CLASS EVER!! !
2-Boring
3-Hated it!
4-OKAY

kindgergarden-fun
1-good
2good
3-bad
4-boring and kinda bad
5-okay
6-good
7-HORRIBLE
8-wonderful
9-bad
10-okay
11-awful

Preschool - I had a deadly language barrier that made it seem suffocating at first, but I made some friends. The girls, up until 6th grade, liked me but I was too stupid to actually reciprocate the feeling.
Kindergarten - I hated it, I only learned the alphabet.
1st. grade - I liked it. Had my first true friend in a black girl called Dara. More than a friend, she hugged me when I needed it, she helped me to read and she was there for almost everything I ever needed. It was puppy-love towards the end, before I moved to Maryland. Never had anyone as wonderful as she was, walk side by side with me, ever again.
2nd. grade - Mostly hated it because I had to adapt to a new state and new everything.
3rd grade - More interesting than 2nd. I hated answering questions about Mexico but I also learned a lot about Japan.
4th grade - I hit academic rock bottom here, so I was pressured to be in the top 10 in the last two months. I learned a great deal about reading just for the pleasure of reading.
5th grade - I was challenged the brink of madness to express my intelligence. It was the first time I was labeled a nerd and a know it all. Mrs. Hester just and a few others seeded the idea that I may be special. It was the pinnacle of my enthusiasm for the world of science and mathematics (in Elementary that is).
6th grade - Already somewhat of an authority in the intelectual sphere (or whatever could be expected from a child of only 11 years of age), I turned my attention to girls - my disregard for the norms on how to respect other peoples territories (I was after the class jocks girlfriend) got me really popular really fast. It was fun.

Mexican 6th Grade - More adapting, more traumas. I repeated a grade because I didn't proficiently know spanish. Got to know my third true best friend in all the world (a supernerd). It was memorable, if anything.
-------Mexican Jr. high-------------
Mexican 7th Grade - Reclaimed my academic prowess and bid goodbye to the bilingual school. Side from that, it was fun too.
Mexican 8th - 9th Grade - Like as if I were living Hermann Hesse's novel "Demian"
-------Mexican High School (10th-12th Grades)-------
Let's just say I loved it, for everything it gave me.
-------UNAM------
I pretty much owe everything I am today, professionally and as an adult, to the university. For surviving it and teaching me that the most difficult challenges in life result in the sweetest victories.

Many beautiful Co-eds have crossed paths with me, but I've never had a girlfriend and I never had the same warmth and companionship that Dara gave me.

I suffer some form of intangible fear of affection. Any implication of commitment or emotional compromise and I shy away from all of it. I'm just too afraid to lose myself in love, too afraid to lose everything I've gotten out of so much hard ship in life - freedom, knowledge, self-respect and a undying attitude that I have to go forward no matter what.

Kindergarten - 4th grade. I liked it. 1st grade I had a puppy-love girlfriend, school was great during those years, had friends. I was quick learning how to read and write and I was usually the one of the highest academically in class.

5th-6th grade took a huge plunge. Around 5th grade I lost some of my analytical ability and social skills due to night terrors, they might have been seizures and I never got treated for it. So beginning in those years my grades went way down and was bullied profusely.

7th 8th Pretty bad, started gaining weight, bullied.

9th - half of 12th. Hated it. Beginning in 9th grade I gave up completely with trying to fit in, so people just left me alone (most of the time). Was obese, struggled with my grades. Dropped out halfway through 12th, I had like 2 years worth of credits I had to make up to graduate, screw that.

Couple years later, got my GED. Surprisingly passed it easily and didn't even study.

Detested most of Grammar, Grade, and High Schools. I was bored, and for the most part, found that I already knew the material. In fact, I skipped almost all my classes in Grade 12, did no homework, and showed up only for tests and finals. It would greatly annoy teachers to know that I had not been there the entire time, and yet obtained a 98% on a test. Many actually accused me of cheating. However, I obtained sufficient grades for university.

University was somewhat better. However, I learn virtually nothing from lectures. I have to read the textbook. Thus, I did not do well when the professor deviated from the textbook and/or taught material not covered in the textbook. I became very tired of having my correct answers marked wrong. I found that they did not like my methodolgies even though they produced the correct answers, and would do so every time (I am discussing math and science here, so no, there would be certain correct answers). In my mind, if a certain methodology is not specified, the student should not be deducted for finding a valid solution for the problem. In short, I found university to be largely arbitrary, and full of politics. The professors were there, for the most part, solely for their research, and were forced to teach. Many decided that this frusteration should be delegated to the students. All this aside, I do plan on eventually attending graduate school.

I hated skool cos i was a easy target 4 bullyin not just cos i had AS but i was indian so they used pick on me cos of me colour, race n disability.