While working on a second masters degree I used to have nightmares of needing to repeat the 5th grade or all my later schooling would be invalid. And yes, I had to sit in person, at my age, at a small desk with the rest of the class.
I was banished to the payphone down the street after tying up the phone too long talking to my friends. I was poor so I gave the payphone number to my friends to save the dime.
Shall we talk about cilantro? I used to hate it, now I love it.