Clearly a bonus for growing up in the Bronx.

When I was a kid in Brooklyn's public schools, the teacher would apply in September to the Transit Authority to grant a free pass to take the class via subway to the Brooklyn Museum. It'd take months for the pass to get to the teacher. Geez, what a bore! If the pass came through in winter, the building would be so overheated that the kids had to tie their coats to their waists, constantly dropping them. If in late spring or early summer, every kid's salami sandwich stank up the subway car and the museum.

The only saving grace: the nude statues. Breasts and genitals were rubbed shiny by countless generations of kids who grabbed them when teacher wasn't looking.