The absolute worse, most nonsensical answer gets "best answer", see below?

Question

...for you creative people!

"What was/is your most dreaded class/subject in high school/college, and why? What did this class/subject do to you?"

Answer 1

Wood shop was the worst. It was a required class. I accidentally chopped the head off of the dove I had worked on for the whole term.

Answer 2

English
I love writing and I love reading, but come on. How can you learn something when its rules change so much. Always do this, unless it comes after a c then do this. But if it is in a question form don't do that, do this instead. AHHHHH!!!!
Things like this kill me..... if you put the letters "less" on the end of a word it is supposed to mean the lack of.......... worthless is the have no worth. Pointless is to have no point. So what the hell happened with wreckless driving. Yes officer, I was wreckless driving, why is that not ok. And just because people became too good to say they wear clothes. you know sounding the way you would say it if talking about a dish cloth. No we must take a word and pronounce it wrong just to make us feel better.
As I ramble on, I think that you can see the effect that it has had on me. I'm crazy.

Answer 3

My most dreaded class in high school was PDR. 'Cause, see, PDR is just a perty stoopid class. Ya go in and the teacher is like, DUDE, DON'T DO DRUGS, DON'T BULLY PEOPLE, CAUSE YOU'RE A SPECIAL PERSON (AND THERE'S A LITTLE GREEN GOBLIN INSIDE OF YOU THAT SAYS SO), AND DON'T GET PREGNANT! He won't say the word sex because he's too embarrassed, so he replaces it with words like "intercourse" and "intimate recreation." You are so BORED that you start to draw very tiny people on one of the dividers in your binder, and by the time the year has ended, the page is full of these little people, and who knows, maybe some of them are doing drugs, and smoking, and perhaps they are even thinking about "intercourse," which would completely defile your binder. Yes, PDR, the Period of Dreadful Restlessness....I remember the day Chucky who sat in the back started throwing paper out the window. then he threw his pop out. then he peed out. the he almost got expelled. But the teacher thought his actions were caused by an abnormally depressed self-image, and a lack of self-esteem, and premature bladder control syndrome, so they sent him to extra PDR classes, and also to the doctor. So, that's why PDR has established itself at the bottom of my favorite high school classes list.

Answer 4

High school: Physics... Although I had a great aptitude for math, I sometimes refused to apply myself...
Example: On a test, there was a question: "What is the mass defect of an atom?" or something like that... I wrote: "If it's defective, check the warrantee and return it to the manufacturer...!" I handed my test in way too early, and the teacher - after a few minutes - said, "...Bill...? You've got to be kidding...?" I think we understood each other at that point in time... It was my senior year at an all-boy Catholic high school and I was waaaaaaay beyond the point of caring... Keep your 10 points and give them to someone else...! =)

Answer 5

I had to take a 300 level environmental science course called waste management issues. It was a small classroom that could only hold about 15 students, I sat in the front, and fell asleep everyday in class. I had a friend of mine who was majoring in it do almost all of my work. The class was ridiculously hard and no one in the class had any knowledge in the field before and needed it purely to satisfy an elective, like me. Our highlight of the semester was going to a Material Resource Facility (landfill/ incinerator) where we questioned the guy there more on local corrupt politics and kickbacks allegedly exchanged being the MRF and politicians. Unbelievably mind numbingly bored.

Answer 6

Venetian blinds. Touched me in my bad place, gave me hives, I'm only now after 233 years coming to terms with it enough that my spray bottle and I can discuss it. Hizzouse.

Early on my handlers filed an appeal with the knob. First, they. Then. Can?

__________. ___________, but ____ ___ ______ ____ .... _____!!

Afterward, we sought to have my schedule tersilated. My shoe slid, but cancer disappeared into the tropics. After that, you're pretty much branded as a "Frambostrader, granule's tropisms to provide. Is is is, is and is, not is.

Homage I sought to give, unfortunately painted giraffe tricks don't ease the solemnity of caramelized baseboard droppings, they only nod affirmations to prying, indiscreet cucumbers. Ekky-ekky-ekky-ekky-z'Bang, zoom-Boing, z'nourrrwringmm. Haiku stoichiometry never tasted the walls so shiny, but dawn still twists into scissors of pulchritude and candied metronomes fade into if.

These days trilling insoluble helps a little, as long as you take care not to BLUUUAAAAAARRRRPPPTTTIMM. Cackle, antimony plastics the overs.

When I'm on high I still take under vibrations northerly. WHY do they ferment so? Look at this sheen the marzipans imparted to me during the final session ... LOOK! Do you see what I had to deal with? How long would you have lasted, how long, before you finally snorped?!

Why didn't the school board prevent this tragedy??? Where was the OUTRAGE?!?!?!?

ODELAY! ODELAY! ODELAYYYYYYYYY!

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The season of our incontinence. Outside it rained.

Answer 7

The worst was biology. It screwed me up with the teacher over. I know you can get it right, but I was talking to her in the moonlight near a park in my trailer, and that's what she said. Sometimes it's hard to control your emotions, since there's always a dichotomy between right and wrong. I left, but it was really short, like come, not nasty just like dogs worshipping. Not necessarily in the forest but as pets. Which is why I stayed my ground and left the trailer in the woods.

Answer 8

Home Economics. I'm a tomboy, not a seamstress.

Dropped the class right before sewing and baby making talk started and opted for Art.

Answer 9

Lunch--That stuff could kill you. In fact for one semester to lose weight all I ate was scrambled eggs, dry toast and diet soda. I became anemic and needed a bunch of B12 shots. The nurse broke the B12 needle in my arm and the red stuff ran all down my sleeve and she laughed hysterically. I have been afraid of needles ever since.

Answer 10

French...I went to the very first class and never returned for the rest of the year