Many classes are merely teaching you how to pass the exam at the end of the course. That was my experience as a school pupil, as a university student, and then as a schoolteacher: it's all just jumping through hoops to get certificates to help the capitalist world go round as profitably as possible. It isn't about learning. It isn't about education. It's about polishing cogs to fit in the machine.
If I ever learned anything at school, it tended to be when the teacher had gone off-topic and we were enjoying a tasty Red Herring. If anyone ever learned anything in any class I ever taught, it was almost certainly the same way (my kids knew it was easy to get me off-topic, and I knew the potential value of Red Herrings ... which was why it was easy for them to get me off-topic, or at least partly why).
Once I bumped into a guy of about 20. He was unrecognizable from the 11-year-old boy I'd taught years previously for about 6 months, covering someone's maternity leave. His name was not an uncommon one. Mine is. Hence he recognized me pretty quickly. "You taught me the meaning of the word 'prejudice'!" he exclaimed. "That was the only damned thing I learned in the whole of my first year at that school!" Since my subject was in fact Latin, clearly we must have been off topic at the time...
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You can't be proud of being Neurodivergent, because it isn't something you've done: you can only be proud of not being ashamed. (paraphrasing Quentin Crisp)