Why I hate formal education?

I think one of the several reasons why I hate formal education is because it wants to control the pace and choice of my learning. Everyday I wake up with an urge to learn something different about the world. Take a good look around you. There are a million things to learn and experience each day and I don’t want to limit myself by spending my whole day in a classroom, learning only what is being taught and then swallowing it only to vomit it all out on the answer sheet. I remember sleeping through my classes in school, not because I wasn’t a learner or because I was lazy. It was because I was not excited about how school made fascinating topics appear dull by the way it is taught. I kept waiting for something exciting to be taught. Now that I’m in university, the situation has gotten even worse. I had some pretty big expectations from university. I imagined that unlike high school, in University, my fellow students would be actually passionate about what they want to study and how they want to contribute to the world. I was wrong. And I don’t blame the students entirely. Most of them were forced into the system against their will and the rest followed the crowd because they didn’t see any other direction. I never wanted to limit myself by only studying what is printed on the syllabus. It is interesting, yes. It is important to develop skills, yes. But I don’t want to limit myself right over there. I want to learn everything and my curiosity cannot be contained within the four walls of a lecture hall. I feel trapped. I imagined college to be this place where I will find like-minded people who had a desire to learn and wanted to do creative stuff. I imagined university to be a place where my professors would be my mentors, who would hold my hand and guide me to better things. I imagined university to be a place where I had freedom over what I wanted to do with my time. I want to spend entire days in the library, drowned in books. I want to have mindful and intellectual conversations with new people, trying to figure out the beautiful chaos inside each person’s mind. I was wrong. And now they call me rebellious.