Oh, the horror! No wonder so many decide to live in mommy' basement until middle age today. The burden must have scarred the the poor souls for life!
I had this one teacher (English) who would insist on knowing which students she would again have the following year. Not only did she assign a minimum of fours hours of homework per night, seven days a week, throughout the school year, but would assign at least the same for such unfortunate students throughout their summer vacation. Of course I was oh so lucky to have this witch for three of four years. Trust me when I tell you it wasn't a pretty thing, at all, and explains my deep dislike of tenure.
In my later school years my coin collection was stuffed away in a shoe box whilst I concentrated on girls and athletics. The shoe box came out again about 30 years later, 15 years ago
To get back to the subject matter, I haven’t had that many experiences regarding coins in high school yet. I was positively shocked when a friend became wide-eyed after I told him I had a coin of the Goryeo dynasty. I never imagined anybody in high school would recognize the name, much less know when it was.
Following is an offering of personal history, intended not to toot my own horn, but to offer a little inspiration to a young guy who might need it. In my later school school years my coins were similarly stuffed away while I focused on studies and athletics . . . Girls were high on my list, but I wasn't yet high on theirs, so I focused my energies where I could get the best return on investment. Like @CoinBlazer, I was a runner of apparently similar talent, and a bright enough kid to compensate for middling study habits. I wasn't the fastest kid on the team, but I was faster than those not on the team, and running meant something to me. I liked doing my math and science homework, but hated reading. Importantly, I was blessed with with a stubborn persistence that drove me to train more and harder than my contemporaries, and overachieve on the track. That, coupled with good grades (from studying longer and harder at what did not come naturally to me) led to my recruitment to a few colleges. I secured no scholarship for athletics during that recruitment, but ultimately received an athletic scholarship after proving myself as a walk-on my freshman year. After college my education secured me a fruitful career which funded the immediate resumption of coin collecting, and finding my wonderful wife of 25 years in due time. I have a lot to be thankful for . . . Mostly that stubborn streak and those around me who regularly reminded me to do stay focused on the right things at the right times. My message to @CoinBlazer . . . "Don't sacrifice the things you want most for the things you want now."
You open the top drawer of my desk at work and you will find two cent piece, a high grade 1917 Type I quarter, an 1801 Reale and one ancient..... Open the bottom drawer and you will find a complete Ike set and a complete walking half set..... Bid days are stressful. Sometimes the door gets closed, I open my drawers and break out the loop for a stress reliever. In response to your original question.... As a young man, two years seems and eternity. Not too far down the road you will find that two years of your life will fly by like Richard Petty at Talladega Speedway...... Buckle down and accomplish the task at hand. And be thankful you have a teacher willing to personally invest in your future.