I have stories, sure. I used to be one of the "popular" kids up until grade 3. Then people just started avoiding me and the only people who would be friends with me were the "non-popular" kids. I didn't really care popular or not, friends are friends. There's really nothing I did but have a falling out with a friend who happened to be among the "chosen" ones and then everyone distanced themselves from me. f*ck them though, I moved schools middle of grade 6.
Anyway, story time.
Grade 3: was with one of my friends and the guy had no boundaries whatsoever. He was telling a kid a grade lower to eat some muddy dirt that had gathered after it rained and it was near a sewer. The kid did it. My friend was egging the kid on and I was there and while I didn't tell him to do it, I never stopped him either. A few days after that, we get called into the principals office and apparently this kid got brain damage and was in the hospital. Needless to say, I still feel like sh*t all these years later. I didn't think the kid would actually listen to my friend and do it.
Grade 6: School dance. A few friends and I were walking around after having slipped out of the gym where the dance was held. One of my friends was like "hurrrr it'd be so fun to dial 911 on the pay phone and then hang up hurrrrr". He actually did it and everyone was like "tee hee". Mfw the phone rang, we didn't pick up. Eventually sh*t got real and the cops showed up. A friend snitched and named every person who was there when it was dialled. Everyone else wanted to just say nothing and hope for the best but one friend came clean and after that happened....well no one wanted to get in trouble so everyone ended up snitching on me and was allowed to leave. I wasn't. I was sitting there, my dad came. Principal was like "explain why you did this", "why did you do this?". Dad was like "next time call the fire department, bigger fine there". Blah blah blah while I sat there.
Good feels when we got home...I was suspended for a few days. I skipped the rest of the week after my suspension ended because I stopped giving a f*ck and everyone in that school could f*ck off. We were also moving in two weeks, thank god, so that's another reason. When I came back for my final day everyone was staring at me, making jokes, treating me like I was mentally challenged, talking to me like I was 5 years old. Nice snitch friends, lied to the principal and then told the entire school that same lie.
Grade 6 after moving schools: managed to make a f*ck-tard of myself at the new school, too. We had to present some speech we wrote to the entire class. I picked the same topic as another kid and had the luck of presenting right after him. My voice was f*cked that week. As I was coming up to present my speech, I was actually talking to that guy and telling him "oh we have the same topic" blah blah blah. Meanwhile the entire class thought I was talking to myself and so did the other kid. Then it became a running joke that I talked to myself and I was mentally f*cked etc.
f*ck off. I hated school, just a bunch of c*nts in a prison setting. I just came there, did what I had to do and left. Couldn't care less about school events, extracurricular activities. 3:15 p.m. hits and I'm gone.
The best grade I had ever received in high school was a 97% because the teacher was no-nonsense. You came in, he told you what pages of the textbook to read, you answered the f*cking questions he gave you. You had tests, reports. That's it. No idiotic skits, no moronic artsy posters. None of that bullsh*t. Actual learning.
I loathe what education has become today with all of these "tee hee boys and girls, make me a poster and then get in groups and perform a skit!" What is this? Art school? Drama class? Why am I doing a skit and a poster in a law class about the f*cking topic of abortion?
So the answer is yes, I enjoyed school very much.
I have other stories but I won't ramble on.