All the unsolicited practice I've had these last several years in learning how to recognize wild edibles, how to grow and preserve food, how to productively overthink everything and be prepared for damn near anything, for the rabbit holes that led me to awareness and realities that I never knew I needed to tap into, and for all the so-called super weird "woo woo" shit that helped(s) me be more at ease within my own meat-coated skeleton.
After several decades of deep observation both inward and outward, I suppose we don't always recognize or realize that we're always in a classroom of some sort, nor do we always grasp the fact that everyone is a teacher, and a student, and those pop quizzes that we don't/can't foresee are still a bitch. I'd still rather have more recess, dammit. That whole dunce cap in the corner scene never was much fun.