Waaaaaaaaaay back in the 70's, I went to Santa Monica HS, and my 3rd period history classroom looked out over the beautiful Santa Monica beach. I rarely made it to 4th period. In fact, I technically had too many missed classes to graduate, but they let me slip through anyway.
Some of my best friends were the old guys who fished every day at the end of the Santa Monica pier, who knew me by name.
The owner of the scuba shop in Santa Monica refused to sell me air during school hours, so I'd usually get it in Redondo on the way to Palos Verde.
School felt like a prison sentence to me.
If you're in school, don't do what I did. It took me another 15 years to get straightened out.