I kind of enjoyed the absurdity of it, but I openly acknowledged it was a game. Fortunately discussions at my highschool after freshman year were less about the

I kind of enjoyed the absurdity of it, but I openly acknowledged it was a game. Fortunately discussions at my highschool after freshman year were less about the teacher imposing their will, and new ideas were the most rewarded. It was fun racing to support tenuous conclusions before anyone else could. Spanish Literature was an especially exciting class. I still think one of the greatest accomplishments of my life was writing a two page Spanish paper on a 12 line poem and only receiving marks off for grammatical mistakes. My teacher even wrote "haha" in the margins next to one of my more ridiculous explanations, but didn't say it was necessarily wrong. I used the improvisational analysis techniques I learned in those classes to entertain art student friends in college sometimes. Especially popular with free drinks in an art gallery.