I was hugely arrogant when it came to Eng Lit, but I think with some justification: the progress of the class was so painfully slow, with information spelled out in such moronic detail that I really don't think I could have stuck with it.

Our teachers were uninspired and had a tendency to teach by dictating notes which the class transcribed. I perfected the art of writing with one half of my brain while reading a book with the other half. (thinks: I wonder if this is why I can't do sums? I think the sums half of my brain was the one I made write notes while the rest was off having fun.)

Oh, how my teachers must have hated me. :-D