My mom put me on a sewing machine at 10 and said "you get to make your school clothes now". so by the time I got to mandatory 7th grade sewing I was already setting in sleeves, button holes, all manner of clothes construction. Our projects for the entire semester were to make a gym bag and a pleated skirt (had to be in gingham, still hate orange gingham to this day). The teacher was not happy with me because I already could sew. To make matters worse, my mom, at open house, realized my sewing teacher was the same women she had in HER 7th grade class and she very loudly announced it to the assembled parents...that was the icing on the cake and I was "it" for all her bad moods for the rest of the semester!