I was home schooled until high school. Properly home schooled--I still went in to a place that reviewed my homework every month and had to take a test at the end of the "semester" to prove that it was working. When I told my mom I wanted to go to "real" school I enrolled in public high school a year early. It was nothing but a complete blackpill. When P.E. rolled around, if you were a girl and not in the locker room before the bell they locked you out and considered you late. If you were a boy, after the bell rang, someone would open the door to the locker room if you knocked. I told the administration about this and they did nothing.
In sophomore year, during lunch I was talking about the sex ed class I had the previous period with a friend near my then-English teacher's classroom, because next period she had the same class and was nervous about it. My English teacher overheard our conversation and had me sent to the principal's office for saying the words "oral sex". When I went to the principal's office and explained the situation, he asked "Why are you talking about what you learned in class?" What the fuck? Would you ask that if I were talking to someone about math class? I got "behavior modification class" (detention) because of that.
A while after that I got the flu (I know 100% who I got it from, too) and then bronchitis immediately after. That same English teacher warned me during class that if I kept coughing, I would be a distraction. She wouldn't let me go get a bottle of water from the vending machine, so I kept coughing and fucking choking on every breath I took. She sent me to the nurse's office, the nurse said "welp that happens" and sent me home, so I had to walk home with fucking bronchitis because my mom was at work. Oh, and if you missed a certain amount of days, regardless of a doctor's note, you'd automatically fail the semester. So even though for a week I was vomiting constantly and then violently coughing and doubling over in severe pain, I failed that semester.
Next semester during P.E. we were in the pool and some of us were fooling around while the teachers told us what we'd be doing that day (water polo) and one of the teachers absolutely lost it. She literally screamed about how one of her family members had committed suicide the day before and she wasn't going to put up with us not listening to her. When she was handing out the colored swim caps for the teams we'd be on she threw the fucking thing AT MY FACE. I told my mom that day I was not going back and I took my exit exam and got my GED. Fuck teachers, fuck them thoroughly. This is only the tip of the iceberg of my measly two years of high school stories--they fucking hate their jobs, they hate parents and they absolutely hate children. Why anyone thinks they're saints who are educating and supporting their children is beyond me.