Good gravy...that was 1988-1989. Luckily I changed schools that year of my own accord, and found the new one to not only be harder but also more challenging. There, in that podunk town called Clyde (yes, Clyde), seniors were taught on the freshman level of college, which was much different than the educational socialism I had experienced elsewhere (everyone progresses at the rate of the slowest person). Funny thing is that I thrived. Only made one B that year in a chart of A's, compared to my middling C's at best where I was bored. At the time, C was passing, so I did just enough to pass out of unadulterated ennui.