Oh, goodness. When I was in Jr. High, for one year. We sewed one thing and got to choose between a few different patterns for our project. To me, the lesser of the evils was a guitar-shaped pillow. Did not impart a love for sewing to me. Even then, Home Ec. seemed like a joke to me. When we "cooked", we fried pre-made dough, then sprinkled powdered sugar on it. Please! I was making bread by hand at home, by then. :-/