Hear, hear, Andyvon! Good for you, and down wiv skool!
Seriously, I bl00dy hated school! At least, I hated secondary/grammar school. I was one of the brightest and best at primary school (which was a very progressive state school for the 1960s and remains so even today) so I always knew I wasn't thick.
But whilst I was 'bright', I found out too late that I wasn't terribly academic and languished for five years in a traditional grammar school, taught by stuck up teachers who had no time for me because I didn't happen to conform to their middle-class values. I slogged my guts out for them for a year and a half, only to be told I wasn't trying hard enough. They humiliated me and treated me like a baby in an effort to make me study, and that was the point at which I - metaphorically at least - told them to stuff it! Above all, I wasn't allowed to study music as an extra curricular because I needed to work harder in weak subjects (Maths and History) and catch up first. So I switched off and simply went through the motions until the day I left to work in a factory putting collars in sports shirts! I was told (by the deputy head) that I would always regret leaving at 16, but you know, I never have.
I moved on though, under my own steam. I studied what and when I wanted to study. I caught up with history - got a degree in the subject actually. I did my music too - I now play several instruments to a competent standard. My maths is still weak, but it's better than it was, doesn't embarrass me and certainly doesn't hinder my musical skills.