In the south the education may not be the best but, it sure left some good memories. When I was a kid I grew up around old rednecks who didn't care about grammar so I spoke like a old redneck and I still do sometimes it's in my blood. Well in 3rd grade I had a substitute teacher and I kept saying ain't this, ain't that. So I guess I pissed her off she got angry with me and yelled at the top of her lungs Ain't, Ain't a word. Then me and classed laughed at her.