What did school ruin for you?

So many things that I've grown to appreciate were quashed by them being introduced to me at school. I've retold before about how we did a module on reggae in music lessons which turned it into the most risable, stuffy sound in the world.

I'm sure there are countless literary subjects and figures too. For instance, I refuse to read anything by Thomas Hardy or Jane Austen having read Far From The Madding Crowd (pages of descriptions of lacquer-haired men standing in fields farting on sheep or some shit), and Mansfield Park (willowy girls swooning the second they step out into strong sunlight). Humourless tomes, which I've been led to understand are pretty dry compared to their other works and peers.

My A-level English class ruined DH Lawrence for our teacher.

I like the rest of Austen, but Mansfield Park is one of the worst books I've ever finished.

any hope of developing a work ethic

DH Lawrence deserves to be ruined. School tried to destroy biology for me, but all it did was turn me off of formal hard science classes

school ruined studying for me

we had to read 'sons and lovers' at school, it ruined being a girl.

childhood

supposedly great canonical authors I can't stand b/c of (or in spite of) school:

DH Lawrence
Ford Madox Ford
Joseph Conrad
Mikhail Bulgakov
Charlotte Perkins Gilman

- Other children

Pretty much any kind of sport.

Even the non competitive kinds.

hey nv take note

'Bleak House' and subsequently all of Dickens

Pretty much any kind of sport.

sounds like a win.

jam bands

jeeps

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i hear u dmac but i don't get it tbh. any of it. including my own. school was a good lesson in how life likes to fuck with you but i never let them in my head.

lol got that wrong, it was 'hard times' actually, but dickens nonetheless

white baseball hats (jock stereotype completed b/n those 3)

Took me a long time to get over my primary school using Kraftwerk to soundtrack 'interpretative dance' lessons.

was gonna say i thought it was "Hard Times", i dunno, books are too precious or too mundane to get ruined by the well-meaning uselessness of teachers

p much a theme of hard times iirc tbh

sewing and playing the piano.

i was always a "beyond being reached" little cunt tbh iirc

was at so many schools growing up- each, in their own way, ruined something precious for me.

to this day i cannot give a FUCK about fluoride swish

also: authority, other people's opinions of my work

Sunday evenings

pinwheel scones.

respect for authority figures
corned beef

girls

the possibility of sleep without recurring dreams of being back at school

god yeah I still get those ffs I left 17 years ago when will it end

Dickens, drawing, and any kind of exercise.

I mean sure I should go to the gym but that involves being in the same place as people who choose to go to the gym, who in my head are all terrifying jerks and bitches like the people who actually liked PE in school, just waiting for a fattey to spit at or make snide remarks about, while pointing out that with their fantastic toned thighs they could steal your boyfriend just like that and probably already had

Pretty much any kind of sport.

otm!

at junior school i loved sports but then high school pretty much sucked the fun right out of it.
Nice going teacher pricks.

god now i have to make an entry in my blog

it's weird how badly school ruins physical education.. pretty much everyone i grew up with left school knowing that you're supposed to brush your teeth at *least* once a day, but ask them how often they should do some push-ups and you get 0_o?

teaching generations of kids that exercise is something you do in a gym and have to get prepared for and must be some big ordeal is an ongoing disaster

i left one school a wunderkind athlete for a rural institution where the only sporting option was 15 a side fighting, i can't lie it affected my progress

socialising with a peer group

but ask them how often they should do some push-ups and you get 0_o?

Don't recall ever being taught this kind of PE !?

My work ethic.

(Mansfield Park is easily the dullest Austen book, you were unlucky)

Grad school killed reading for pleasure towards the end. Once I left it was a huge burden lifted.

Social interaction of any kind

The college interpretation of literature, you know, finding meanings in the author's exposition crap that isn't there. "The room is empty, it represents what's gone wrong in his relationship", injecting bunches of silliness like this into term papers seems to get me As and Bs even though I despise the convention of thought toward analysis.

except that often it is there..?

worrying about whether it's "there" is the college interpretation problem imo

the fisherman by wb yeats

turned into a fuckin algebra class by the time we'd finished dissecting it iirc

Charles Dickens - Classic Or Dud?

Steinbeck

Jesus

we had to read 'sons and lovers' at school, it ruined being a girl.

― estela, Thursday, July 14, 2011 9:57 AM (4 hours ago) Bookmark

<3 and i'm sorry.

The college interpretation of literature, you know, finding meanings in the author's exposition crap that isn't there. "The room is empty, it represents what's gone wrong in his relationship", injecting bunches of silliness like this into term papers seems to get me As and Bs even though I despise the convention of thought toward analysis.

― Breezy Summer Jam (MintIce), Thursday, July 14, 2011 12:27 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

except that often it is there..?

― Капитан ☭ (remy bean), Thursday, July 14, 2011 12:29 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark

Of course it often is but I totally get what MintIce is saying. I honestly think that being an English/Creative Writing major seriously ruined certain aspects of reading lit for me. I mean for a long time I thought I'd get a PhD and go into academia but by the end I hated being a lit student so much that I couldn't stomach the idea of it.

oftentimes it seemed really hamfisted and sorta pointless to me. like in the sun also rises there's some part where a cop is using his baton to direct traffic and it's supposed to remind whatshisname of the sorry state of his genitals. but i don't know, i never got why that's somehow supposed to add to the pleasure of reading the novel

i can't really weigh in on this because i feel *implicated* but

I mean for a long time I thought I'd get a PhD and go into academia but by the end I hated being a lit student so much that I couldn't stomach the idea of it.

your stomach knows what's up!

basically nine months out of every year between 1991 and 2003

i know that sometimes things are a stretch: i'm in a class right now while 25 people are discussing the colonial implications of Babar the Elephant

that sounds kind of fun tbh

school ruined school for me

i broke my arm on the playground in second grade and none of the nuns believed me when i said how much it hurt and that i needed to call my parents and go home, until i finally passed out in class. so one thing it ruined was my left arm, which has never quite worked right since.

oh my god

to be fair to the nuns it got way worse after it was broken the second time a couple years later.

on the other hand, fuck those nuns.

man, fuck nuns as teachers srsly

everybody i know who went to catholic school says that. is it really always that bad, or are there a few good ones thrown in?

hard to notice the ordinary ones amongst the sadists, looking back as an adult.

i actually only went to proper catholic school through second grade, and in retrospect the arm-breaking incident was probably the tipping point for my divorced-and-estranged-from-the-church-already mom.

which didn't stop her from sending us to weekly religion classes until i was confirmed because, you know, gotta hedge them bets against going to hell

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lol horseshoe

now I read books like the fucking true blood series - p tragic really

fuk school

we just got bet, iirc, hedges didn't enter the equation

i said in class, 'fancy calling yourselves the sisters of mercy, you're the most merciless bunch of women i've ever met,' and sister angela said, in her deceitful soft lamb voice that i can still imitate, 'estela, that was a most hurtful remark.'

did you really say that? *swoons*

how old were you?

and did sister angela really say that?

all the nuns i knew as a kid talked less like sally field and more like longshoremen minus the cursing

i was 14 and that is precisely what she said except she used my real name.

estela isn't your real name ;_;

economics prof going on and on about how deregulating the Savings & Loans would be a huge boon to the US economy. i wrote a dissenting paper and got a B-

i'd rather be right than employed

just as well we never swapped passports that time, really, i wouldn't have known you

we had a gutsy music nun who belted out tunes on a hammond organ who was salty of speech.

get over it darragh.

my great aunt was a nun, but she died before i was born. and now she's with jesus, laughing at little kids with broken arms.

nuns like broken arms because they help reduce arm utulising sinning.

well in that case i sure showed those nuns, now didn't i

"devil makes work for idle hands, we're fixing that one kid at a time" *snap*

someone told me a story about how him and another boy were innocently sinning behind the bike sheds and they got caught and the nun lit a candle, held their hands over it so it burned them, and hissed, 'if you think that's hot just you wait, the fires of hell burn much hotter.'