Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop Writing Prompt: What was your least favorite subject in school?
I was not a student. I’m still not a student. While I will praise school and push the importance of education until the cows come home on my daughter, I did not continue education for myself. Because I hated school.
What was my least favorite subject? Let’s change that question to ask what was my favorite subject. Actually, let’s change that question again to ask what was the only subject I liked. You know, in the interest of time.
The only subject I liked was English. Because it was the only subject I was good at. And the only subject that interested me. Being that I’m turning into a quasi-writer, I guess that’s a good thing. At least I know where
the some commas go. And the difference between their and there. And too and to. And I know what a run-on sentence looks like although I always break that rule because in my head a run-on sentence gets my point across better even though everyone probably thinks I’m a dope and knows I’m making a major faux-pas. You should probably not start a sentence with “And” either but I do that because this is my blog and I can.
I did not like Math. I still don’t know all of my multiplication tables. Don’t test me because I will fail. I love and appreciate History now but not so much back in the day. I could give or take Science.
I absolutely abhorred gym because I was insecure and hated the way my legs looked in shorts. I was scared to death of Dodge Ball. (They finally banned that, didn’t they? See, I knew what I was talking about.) And I was so happy when I contracted Mono and my doctor said I had to sit out for gym for the remainder of the year.
I didn’t go to college. I tried. For 2 semesters. When I was 20. The company I worked for was giving me a full ride. Guess what? Hated it. Even free. Not only that, but I sucked at it. Big time. DH and my parents would say that I didn’t try. But I did. I just sucked at it. Or maybe I just sucked at it because I didn’t take any classes that interested me. I don’t know.
I used to be embarrassed when the inevitable question came up at play group…”what college did you attend?” I had a speech for this. I felt the need to explain myself. Every time.
Now? The answer is, “I didn’t go to college.” Period. End of story. It’s taken me years to get to this place. My daughter said to me a few years ago, “You know mom. You can go back to school. You aren’t too old.” It made me realize that I had no interest in going back to school. And that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my choice. It’s my choice. And I have to live with it.
My daughter doesn’t seem to have much of a choice. It seems that these days you need a degree if you want to be a Professional Ass Wiper (that’s not what she wants to be, I’m just saying that you would need a degree to be one). But I digress. Wow. I just realized that I really digressed. A lot. Geez. Sorry about that. What was the question?
Oh, right. So, that’s my answer. Math, History, Science and Gym. I didn’t mind Recess. Oh, that’s not a subject. Or the answer to the question. I forgot. Never mind.