I learned to sew the summer before the mandatory Home Ec class started. So, I already fell in love with sewing way before class started. I actually made my own dress which I wore to the first day of class. It was one of the "Make it in one night" very simple, A-line dress. I told the Home Ec teacher and she announced it to the class.
I loved Home Ec class. One time I was walking by the classroom and I found out other students were going in there to sew during lunch hour and also again for a couple hours after school was over, every day. I turned into one of them too.

To know now how much teachers are under paid, and all that extra time our Home Ec teachers put in staying with us, overseeing our work, and troubleshooting projects for us, was really a labor of love on their part.
I couple years later, I happened upon a sewing book at the library called
Mrs. Patch's Learn To Sew Book and the kindly little old woman in all the illustrations reminded me of my Home Ec teacher.
I really loved to sew. One of the first factory outlet malls opened near me. The prices for clothes were so cheap. But the sizes were all Large and Extra-Large clothes. Since I was a Small, I learned how to alter all my own store bought, way too large clothes on my own. This was way before the Internet or
YouTube. But, it was similar to how bridal shops fit brides into sample gowns. They put on a gown of one large size, then pull and pin all the excess into the back. I would do that in the factory outlet fitting room to see if I could later sew, sometimes 3-4 inches off each side of a pullover sweater and such. Maybe it would need some taken in at the shoulders too. I just somehow figured out how to do that.
And all of this was done with a simple straight stitch and zig-zag sewing machine. No frills, no fancy presser feet or sewing accessories like there are nowadays.
I don't sew as much anymore. I can't stand to have to sit down and take a seam ripper to rip apart something I just sewed that ended up wrong. Of course, something always ends up wrong and needs to be redone. I used to have the patience for that. I don't anymore. I used to have a real passion for sewing, so the time, even ripping apart seams again, flew by. Now, it's more a chore to have to alter or repair something as I don't have the energy I used to have to get things done.