When trying to describe what kind of student I was in elementary and middle school, I would not say that I terrible behavior. I might not have been awful but I definitely leaned way farther to the bad side than the good.. Back then I would have full-heartedly accepted the title of one of the bad kids in the class. Nowadays though, my perspective of what makes someone bad has drastically changed as I have experienced more things. I consider my younger self more of a nuisance instead. Then again, if someone was to watch my behaviors in both elementary and middle school, they would swiftly come to the conclusion that I was the stereotypical kid who was bad. There are a couple of different reasons for this. First off I was always the messy kid with the papers shoved in my backpack. Secondly, I would constantly get in trouble for talking or disturbing the class. Lastly, the signature tell of the troublemaker, my desk was always stationed up against the teachers desk so that she could watch over me. Since then, I have gotten better at being organized and have gained more of a sense of discipline. Even though I have grown in my ability to succeed in a school setting, my viewpoint on the school system has not changed very much. For as long as I can remember, compared to most people around me, I am probably one of if not the most lazy person I know. This innate hate that I have for having to do things that I do not want to do is what led to my complete despisal of school. Because of the viewpoint that I have, whenever I have a teacher that is considered to be easy I usually end up liking them. This was exactly the case for my highschool freshman religion class. This class was different than anything I had seen before. There were no homework assignments or quizzes the entire semester and every test was open note and open phone. He would also give us about half of the answers anyway. There were no lectures, instead we just sat in the classroom and just had conversations. The class was literally a study hall.In conclusion, my freshman year religion teacher has been my favorite teacher because of the fact he did not care about the material we were learning either.