I loved going to school. I loved learning. The classroom was wonderful, for me, the playground or playing fields and common rooms much more difficult. My favourite season is fall, because that's when I got to go back to school.
I remember nothing about my first years of school (I was a battered child, and struggling with surviving), but I remember from grade 3 onwards, when I was in a home for disturbed children in Ottawa. And then, the best, when I was sent to a boys boarding school for grades 8 and following. This was my best place (yes, the fact that it was all boys helped, but don't assume anything nasty). I could stay over holidays like Easter and Christmas (and all long weekends), and not have to go to foster families, which I hated.
Getting my new books every year! What a joy! I was guaranteed 9 months of absolute pleasure (though I read through most of them within the first 2 months, but revising is fun, too). A whole world of new things I didn't know -- but could, if I wanted.
Finally, there was the Glee Club and theatre group -- and I snagged decent roles in many musicals and plays during my school years, and that was better than anything!
Some things were not so good. I didn't socialize well in a world of straight boys, when I was anything but. The only TV was Hockey Night in Canada, which interested me about as much as being flayed alive. But that stuff could be ignored, and I ignored it.
All told, I still have wonderful memories of school.