As a parent, I am disappointed in the quality of public education, in general. And, from the little bit of experience I have with the private school system, I'm not particularly impressed by that either.
So, when my hubby told me a tale from his elementary school days, I was shocked. My husband is like Wile-E-Coyote-super-genius smart. By the time he was in the fourth grade he had already devoured every book in the children's section of the library and had moved on to the adult section. Needless to say, he was pretty well read for a nine year old.
So, when his teacher gave here students a test requiring her students to define a list of words you think it would be a piece of cake for him. And, it was . . . sort of. One of the words on the list was 'minute'. He defined it as the adjective meaning 'extremely small'. He was very upset when he got his corrected test back and saw that she had marked it wrong. Besides being precocious, he was also out-spoken. He brought the test up to his teacher and asked why he got it wrong. She said that she didn't give him the right definition. He argued his point but she said the the definition she was looking for was the noun meaning 'A period of time equal to sixty seconds or a sixtieth of an hour'. And the reason he got it wrong . . . because she hadn't taught them the other definition and he shouldn't have known it.
His parents pulled him out of that school shortly thereafter and put him into a school that could accommodate his genious-ness.