Your favorite subjects in school.

I liked physics and algebra. Starting from 10th grade, I hardly ever got 4s. In 11th grade, when I had to commute to university prep courses, I enjoyed reading the prompt of some complex problem and solving it in my head while riding the bus. :) And then checking that the answer was correct :) 2nd place at the universiade…

It was the same with geometry, but I didn't like proving things that were already obvious, though I solved the problems with ease.

In chemistry, I wanted a 5; I tried my hardest and I did get some 5s, but at the end of every semester (yes, in 10th and 11th grade, our school grades were given by semester, not by quarter!!!) it still ended up as a 4. With great effort, I managed to pass the exam with a 5, and the homeroom teacher finally gave me an "excellent" for the final grade! But in this battle, only 2 basilisks survived 

In biology, I only liked cell biology and genetics, and since those were covered in 11th grade, everything turned out ok without much stress.

I also liked English, but it was very hard for me; every semester it was a toss-up between a 3 and a 4, but it always leaned toward "good." I just don't have a feel for the aesthetics of a foreign language!.. It's like, I know all the words and rules, but I can't bring myself to say something like "it rains cats and dogs"…

I also liked ecology and a bit of technical drawing.

Russian seemed tedious…

I didn't like anything else… I hardly ever attended shop class, MHC [World Art Culture], or OBZH [Basics of Life Safety], but they gave me normal grades there…

I also skipped PE for certain reasons, and although I showed up for the last few lessons and passed almost all the standards with 5s and 4s, they ended up giving me a 3 in the end.

Literature is a separate conversation. I don't understand why this subject is even needed in school??? In school, I couldn't stand reading all those classical works; I ignored many of them, and I even read Eugene Onegin and The Master and Margarita with great difficulty and immediately forgot what I had read! Although later, a few years later, after being outside the school environment, I read many of those works I was supposed to read in school with gusto, and some I re-read several times… In literature, I always had between a 2 and a 3, usually leaning toward a 2, but without exception, I could recite poems for a 5—and the teacher (I had nothing against him, he was a decent guy, but as I later realized, he didn't like me) would sometimes interrupt me halfway through, or after hearing just one stanza, and let me sit down with a 5… I just don't get it: in 9th grade, you're assigned to write an essay on Eugene Onegin. I don't remember the exact topic now, but it was something like a comparison of the images of Onegin and Lensky!!! A 14-year-old 9th grader is expected to write this!!! What can he possibly compose!!!??? What thoughts about these people can a boy have who just wants to play with wrappers, toy cars, hide-and-seek, sifa, 3-15, or play Mario on a console; a boy who has never in his life loved or respected a woman or a girl (and only wanted to fuck them), who hasn't suffered, endured, agonized, feared, empathized, or put himself in other people's shoes even in real life, let alone in the 19th century, and doesn't comprehend what murder is, especially of his closest and dearest friend, as it turned out… I don't know… If someone had asked me back then the simplest question about why Onegin felt like crap and Lensky felt great, I'd probably have answered that I don't know why Onegin felt like crap. He could play all day… no one forced him to study… and why did he reject Tatyana, since he could have still been fucking (man, I wish I could have!!!)… some kind of idiot… and so on. And I was supposed to write an essay!.. I was literally raping my brain and squeezing out some words and stupid, moronic phrases… And it was the same in 10th and 11th grade. I'm judging by my own experience, of course, but honestly, others weren't actually doing any better with literature; it was just that they found it much easier and more fluid to squeeze out these phrases, the meaning of which they themselves didn't understand. This is my humble opinion, but that's how it is… In 11th grade, we had a survey asking what you would want to change in the school curriculum. I wrote that literature is fucking useless. The survey was conducted by our literature teacher, and all our papers were handed to him. Well, I guess I was lucky that I at least got 3s in all semesters… Yet, a few years later, a bunch of thoughts and strong feelings about the characters of the works we studied in school spontaneously arose in my head—things I desperately wanted to tell someone, to find out what other people thought about those guys and girls… but for some reason, everyone—including those who got 4s and 5s for their essays in school—now couldn't give a damn about all that (almost everyone)… I think literature should be taught in the final years of university. Teaching it in school—specifically "literature" and not just reading various fiction books—is idiocy and dementia; it's harmful, it teaches you to be a hypocrite and to lie… The mental development of an average person far outpaces their spiritual development and the acquisition of life experience, so teaching literature in school is the same as, say, teaching derivatives and integrals in 3rd grade… In short, I hated literature in school and I was right to do so, because I didn't understand it, and it wasn't my fault, but the fault of those who decided it should be taught specifically in school… bastards…

There was no computer science… Well, there was, but they only let us near a computer a few times the entire time… Grade 5, but 0 utility