I'm glad that I only have cats. Them don't need no schoolin'.
It does seem a nightmare that mostly seems built to cater to middle-class parents craving for status rather than their kids' educational needs.
When I grew up there was a high school 'down Nottingham' I suppose, though I didn't know anyone who breathed that rarified air of educational attainment. We just bumbled to the local comp got stratified into the thickies (just sit there and try to be quiet for the next five years, OK? Please...), the merely mediocre motoring for the bottom quartile of the GCSE grading curve, and the smart-ish kids.
Mind you, I remember when I told my dad I was going to university. He gave it a bit of thought. And then asked 'why?'
It only took him another twenty-eight years to ask me what I studied.
Yes, yes, I was one of the smart kids, so shut up.