Losing Respect

It must have been around 1968, when my family moved from one end of San Diego to seemingly the other end...
I was in the middle of first grade at my old school, a model student, straight A's, an apple-for-the-teacher attitude, etc.
My new school was packed with pupils. The bike racks were overfilled (only freaks got car rides in those days), kids resorted to locking thier bikes to the fences. The halls and swingsets were jammed at recess.
There was this row of 6 big bungalows jammed against the fences on the east end of the playground, to accomidate at least 230 extra students, The Bungalows were a common sight at public schools durring the Baby Boom. They were shipped in on big trucks, sat about 4 feet off the ground, had creaky floors, and smelled strongly of Redwood.
My new first grade class was in a Bungalow, and my earliest memory of my new class was when the teacher informed me that I was to make up 66 pages of math homework, essentially starting the generic, seen-in-all-public-schools, math book from scratch!
I tried to inform this woman that I was already half-way through the school year! I was actually ahead of my new class!
She wouldn't listen, and stubbornly told me that I would fail if I didn't make up the assignments, which I eventually completed...
The whole episode confused me; I was taught that I was to respect my elders, and thier word was Gospel, but this old woman was clearly unreasonable, or deaf!
Slowly the thought occured to me that just because people were older than me, maybe they didn't have it all together! Maybe they were not infallible, some were just full of $H#T!
After that, I had a new non-appreciation for teachers, H%ll, all adults after that! I decided that I was going to think about what they said to me, not just follow them blindly... From that day on, age was no longer an issue, just content.
Of course, I still held my parents, politicians, and the police in high regard, but at 6 years old, this revelation made me feel both enlightened and lonely!