My strict English teacher had some health problems and was required to take a leave of absence. In her place, a substitute teacher was sent, an elderly haole woman who was very nice, but not nearly strict enough. She was lenient enough that every one in the class was using the Classic Comic Books to write book reports. Many kids would smuggle the comic books into the class and place them inside of their textbooks so that they could read them during class. We were supposed to be reading several classic stories, including A Tale of Two Cities. There was a rush on this particular classic comic and some of the kids couldn't find the comic and had to result to the actual book.
My gym teacher was limping around on a broken leg. She had acquired an injury when surfing. In those days the boards were made of wood and could be very dangerous. In this case, while surfing, my teacher had been thrown from the board and the board had flown into the air, coming down and hitting her on the leg. Her leg broke, so while teaching she used crutches to get around. She taught both physical education and health, and extolled the virtues of body surfing to the students, using herself as an example of why not to use a surfboard.
History just put me to sleep. The history teacher stood in front of the class each day and droned on and on about dates in American history. Tests always consisted of dates of events only and nothing about the causes of events.
I squeaked by geometry, it was a difficult subject for me, and I found biology to be totally intimidating. I didn't like the biology class and couldn't even imagine myself dissecting an insect or animal. Only a week or two into the semester I realized I was in trouble. It was difficult for me to understand science and even more difficult for me to study something I didn't understand.
One day, only a week or two into the semester, we were tested. The tests were passed to each student. I received a test that appeared to be a master questionnaire. All of the answers were marked. I looked at the test and didn't know what I should do. I didn't even know if the listed answers on the paper were the correct answers or not. Finally, I decided I might as well use the answers given to me because I couldn't do any better on my own. When the test was scored, I received a perfect score. My teacher looked at me suspiciously as the results were announced. I was in a panic. What should I do now? I couldn't cheat again, I'd get caught and I knew I'd never have the answers provided to me again. And the teacher would know I had cheated if I was re-tested, because I sure didn't know what I was doing.
My solution was to drop the class immediately. My unfair grade didn't count since I dropped the class, so I could quit feeling guilty. I never got far enough into the class to have to dissect any creatures and I could continue to hold my head high the remainder of the year.