If memory serves, I was not allowed to take Home Ec. class in high school because it was just a "filler" and wasn't really necessary. Well, fast forward to 30-year-old single mother me, and I think it might have been a little more useful than chorus.
In a feeble attempt to make homemade pizza the other night (in order to save money), I made a sort of, semi-edible, pizza that my son would NOT eat. The first problem: it said to spread the dough with floured fingers. After figuring out what that meant, I realized I do not own flour (why would I, I have NEVER made anything from scratch). Second problem: the pan was supposed to be greased. My question is, with what? I sprayed a little PAM and that seemed to do the trick. Problem three: it said to put a cup of sauce. Well, that was way too much. Every bite of pizza squirted out piping hot sauce. Last problem: I got distracted watching TV and didn't hear the oven beeper going off, so the cheese was totally burnt and crusted over. So when William wouldn't eat it, I said, "I'm sorry I screw everything up!" and instead of saying something like, "No you don't mom!" he said, "That's OK" and walked away with his replacement dinner, a plate of flat turkey (sandwich turkey as opposed to pieces of a whole turkey- 'cause we eat that so often (not) that we have to distinguish the two types of turkey).
Earlier the same morning, I had attempted pancakes. William suggested I not try pancakes again.
The point is, maybe I would have benefited from Home Ec. Perhaps learning how to sew a button or make pancakes would not have been a waste of my time. I'm sure they learned other things in that class, like how to balance a check book or do laundry. I've learned all of these things from the "School of Hard Knocks" which has one hell of a grading curve.