No way, I was just not suited for it. While in school there was only one teacher I recall getting along with (who didn't mind my questions and seemed to enjoy it when I found answers and shared them with her, though I'd later find out the Texas History textbook was less than honest, but that was after I dropped out). I was 12 when one teacher--a male one at that--said he found me scary (and I wasn't trying to be). Though my retelling of a Baba Yaga faerie tale was well received.
I was 10-11 when a teacher called my parents because some artwork of mine had her concerned. Both my parents mocked her, which is better than them punishing me for drawing attention to my home life. I wasn't trying to be disturbing then, either (though the artwork was inspired by nightmares I had which got interwoven with a picture of home life, and most abusive homes would've said whatever to the teacher and punished the child, so I'm glad the idiot teacher was mocked rather than me getting into trouble). My dad did tell me not to scare that teacher anymore because he didn't want to get anymore phone calls from her, but it was clear he thought the teacher was the one with problems rather than me.
Interesting enough, when I transferred to another school hundreds of miles away (when I stayed several months with Granny while the 'rents were divorcing), the teachers ended up taking up the same practice of not calling on me when they could help it, and allowing me to read or write even when others weren't allowed to (as in other kids pointed out I was allowed when the rest weren't). This makes me think that one of the teachers at the school called the last school I went to to ask how to deal with me and were given that advice, because otherwise that was a remarkable situation that they'd adopt the same practice so fast.
I could share a lot more, from the good like the time I went from making an F in math to scoring a 110 on the semester exam (and the ONLY one to get the bonus question right) which then had me assigned by the math tutor to other kids, to the bad like when a school psychologist collected a bounty on me by tricking my dad into sending me to a mental hospital (he'd get busted for it later as the insurance companies don't tolerate that and keep private investigators to use when that goes on too often).
High school faculty worshiped the jocks (so did the community), and were more blatant than even in the Buffy episode of Go Fish. It wasn't just the male jocks, either.
I only did 2 years in high school, and not full years. I ran away with my best friend toward the end of our freshman years because she was going to flunk the grade and was terrified how her alcoholic abusive dad would react (and she did try to get help against her dad which was a disaster, the only saving grace being that the high school counselor--who was either an idiot or malicious, I'm not sure which--couldn't reach her dad directly as he was temporarily without a phone at the time) and so ran away, and I ran with her, having my own troubles at home and very bitter about my situation.
I'd return after the school year started and the counselor put me through a bunch of tests (without calling any child protection service or anything of that nature) and got put into ABC (Adaptive Behavior Class). This was actually good in that for the first time I wasn't the weird girl. Like me, my classmates were of above average intelligence but having dysfunctional lives. Many had been locked up in the same mental hospital I'd been a few years before that, were in broken homes, and some had also been runaways. I fit right in and we were tight (it probably helped that I was 1 in 3 girls of a class of nearly 20). We were essentially quarantined from the rest of the school (having to eat lunch in between the 2 lunch periods, for example, and stuck to the same room for all our classes). In some ways it was better because we got bribed to behave (which meant we got to see movies, for example) but we were also closely monitored with the stick being used as much as the carrot (and corporal punishment is still used in Texas).
One time a teacher dug her nails into my arm hard enough to leave bruises for which I shoved her into the wall and warned her to never do that again unless she wanted me to beat the crap out of her (and meant it) which got the principal to threaten me with the cops, but it was a bluff because I had bruises while she did not. While I'm not certain the cops would've taken my side, if I had it to do over again, I'd call his bluff and call the cops myself. I'd have to do it with my current mind as back then I didn't know how to work the system and the idea that the cops could ever be on my side was an alien concept to me at the time.
Shortly after that I'd runaway for the second time, and that time I didn't contact anyone in my family until I was 21, though I got my GED when I was 18. I'm sure the school faculty breathed a sigh of relief when I vanished and hoped I never return, and my not returning is one good thing for them I didn't mind doing as it was also one of the best things I ever did for myself.
And frankly, I'd have done better if I'd been let loose in a library. I'm not sure how I managed it but I taught myself to read when I was 5, and about the same time I mastered multiplication and division (flash card stuff anyway) years before it was taught in school. I got into trouble once because I corrected a history teacher, though actually he was a high school coach given a teaching position because Texas law demanded it. He mocked me, but I brought both school and public library books that proved me right and him (and the textbook) wrong, and of course I got into trouble because that undermined his authority. When I got put through the tests by the counselor I scored college level in everything but math (I presume that came from all the reading I did), something that surprised me as much as the counselor, and I actually missed some questions on purpose in the hopes of getting put into Resource (where many of my friends from the previous year were in, and was for those slower than the rest, and I made the mistake of thinking myself average). Sometimes I did my homework as soon as I got to class and was able to turn it in for a good grade, and the reason I read and wrote so much was because I finished my assignments so fast.
I have zero doubt that had I been able to learn at my own pace rather than according to the normal progression level that I could've passe the GED with flying colors when I was 12 rather than when I was 18. But then I do believe schools are more for teaching obedience as their primary objective with actual education of secondary importance (and sports also trumps scholastic concerns).
