Ah, man. Counselors are golden. Not the psychological type, but the one you talk to about your req's and all that. Don't know if it's the same, but I would go in to a class on the first day. If I didn't like it, I'd go see the counselor. I'd tell him that the teacher was going to bore me to tears, and I had to get out. The man would switch me around and it was all good.

Of course, there were some classes I couldn't avoid. Had a freshman history teacher that liked to show movies, and then patrol the room for kids falling asleep. If you did, he'd grab your chair and shake it up and down, startling the bejeezus out of you, not to mention the embarrassment. He was also the high school football coach. When I tried out for the team and saw him, having missed the entire summer deal, I lasted a week. Too bad. I was good. Maybe it was ego, maybe it was pride, maybe it was just that I didn't feel like taking abuse twice a day for years.

But then again, I've always had problems with bullies. And that's what he was. As far as I am concerned, getting through high school is about navigating through the right classes and teachers. Luckily, I had a great counselor, otherwise I probably would have stopped going completely at some point. (My parents would tell you otherwise!) ;-)