Speaking of youth and times in education as well as how generally irrelevant they are ultimately, I can note that I spent almost all of my time in a library as punishment; I was considered disruptive because I would challenge the regular dogma. I do not regret or lament the fact I never legitimately experienced the education system, what taste of it I had soured me to all of it, although I as consequence hold the opinion there is little it offers other than a glorified daycare. Furthermore, with the gaps of memory I have - the majority of my younger years lost, only black voids and emotions dotted by extremely vivid bits of recollection - I would safely say nothing of value really takes place in them. Barring one immensely important revelation in that it all revolves around those you know, be them tutors, teachers, peers, or otherwise. That, I would dare, is paramount for the rest of one's life.

The people who [i]were[/i] kind and good to me I do not forget from that period, they are the sole icons I remember in a very unpleasant sea of emotion. I might have more or less been their prisoner, but they did legitimately attempt to and succeed in teaching me all manner of things. An example being that one of my punishments was being sent to sit in the vice principal's office and rather than force me to do all the mindless busywork I would have been in class and or lecture me, the man would instead tutor me on the topics he was going over for his master's degree in psychology.

People as that, those who make an impression and are important, even if not your friends, are what I would take away as valuable from the education system.