I taught myself every damn thing I know.
I never learned a thing in school, except how to read. If I learned any math at all, I've forgotten it. I don't recall ever taking history; I think we had social studies instead.
Nuns are big on penmanship. Penmanship, at my school, was an actual class.
I'm left-handed. My handwriting looks like a four-year-old's, for some reason, no matter how hard I try to control it. It was a fairly shameful situation; the teachers would write some poem on the board (Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky" or something; it seems we did that one every year). They'd tell the class to copy it. Then they'd tell me, "You only have to copy down to
here." one or two sentences. I'm sure everyone thought I was retarded.
This inability to write legibly runs in my family; it's probably some form of functional dyspraxia. A lot of us also can't drive, or don't drive until late in life; can't tell left from right, and other things.
I had a shitty time in school, despite being smart.
But I did learn to read. I think that's the only thing I learned. I wasn't in school very long.
I did not learn spelling there, because they don't teach elementary school students to spell the kinds of words I habitually write.
I did learn phonics; we had phonics as a class for two years (third and fourth grades), and I think that's where I perfected my ability to sound out words.
But as far as where I learned to spell, I'm not sure. I seem to have a very acute visual memory, and if I see a word written once, correctly, I will always know how to spell it.