Here's one about me. I never missed a day of seminary until the second-to-last day. My friends kidnapped me and drove me around until the hour ended. My seminary teacher was such a hard nose that he wouldn't count me as present, despite my dad's protests, and thus at the stake seminary graduation I didn't get the award for perfect attendance. I can't recall a single time I looked back and cared. I just went to seminary every morning because that's what I did.