Nice try? I was simply pointing out choice vs. force. No one forces me to go to church or work or have a hobby or brows the web.
For the most part, you learn to rise above it. Everyone who's not home-schooled deals with it...everyone in the big box (and portable little boxes) is insecure and deals with it in different ways. Maybe when one has poor grades, poor behavior, no friends, terrible parenting, bad diet/health, coupled with the false attitude that you're doomed forever to your situation, then it gets a bit dicey and harder to figure out what your future holds.
I didn't like a lot of the rules, regulations, social norms/graces required. Not everyone liked me, but you realize not everyone likes everyone else. And you find you little group and you realize the teachers are the stuck ones (helps to know that when your mother's a teacher) that's what's fun about it. You respect their lives and opinions, your friends, acquaintances, and even the strangers. Some of those fellow seniors were the same ones that fell off the monkey bars in 3rd grade, puked on the bus in 5th grade, or loaned you a book in middle school that saved your ass from an F, so knew the kids who knew another classmate, and so forth. So even in a student body of 2500, you knew quite a lot of the names and faces, their backgrounds, where they lived, and what car they drove (or what vehicles they could draw on the back of a folder) so you respected a bunch of them all, even some of the douchebags. I knew some cool kids and some of society's parasites, and you just had to be yourself and let them be themselves.
I really hated waking up at 5:30am, but that's like sleeping in nowadays.
My wife pointed out a instructor list, and there's still some teachers that were there when we were strutting around or just wearing questionable 1990s fashions.
I just don't want to know how bad it is anymore.
Enough of my ramblings.