I hated school as I hate the memory of school. It wasn't the work I
minded; I had no trouble learning the tripe they dished out in the way
of lessons - except arithmetic, and I might have learned that if I'd
gone to the trouble of studying it. I wasn't at the head of my classes
- except in history - but I wasn't at the foot either. I generally did
just enough work to keep from flunking the courses, and I don't regret
the loafing I did. But what I hated was the confinement - the
clock-like regularity of everything; the regulation of my speech and
actions; most of all the idea that someone considered himself or
herself in authority over me, with the right to question my actions and
interfere with my thoughts.