When I was in Junior High (Eighth grade I believe) we learned all about the United States Constitution and a few of the other sacred documents on which the government of this country is founded (like The Declaration of Independence). Then we had to pass an examination on the Constitution with a requirement that we could only get one or two answers wrong to avoid failing the test.
The really scary part, though, was the strict requirement that we could not graduate without passing this test.
I studied intensely in panic mode and lay in my bed at night, awake and iterating the many jobs I might qualify for if and when I failed the Constitution test (they all involved French Fries). Despite the length of the test and the detail of the Constitution it went into, I only answered one question incorrectly and saved myself from a sad life of bagging groceries or flipping burgers.