There are few things I'm more grateful for about my childhood than the fact that I never, ever attended school, public or otherwise. (Homeschooled from get-go to get-gone.) Everything I've heard from anybody on the subject has only reinforced that.
Cool shit: your employer stocking seasonally-sprinkle-decked sugar cookies in the break room, and ones that are even soft and not dried and crumbly at that.
Tired shit: biting in to find that they're some kind of hideous rancid lemon flavor.