For me, it was always the Theocratic Ministry School/Field Service meeting.
Strangely, I never minded giving talks, because I always wanted to perform and have virtually no stage fright. But, listening to some of the deadly dull talks used to make me look at the clock a lot. I always felt sorry for some poor slob who had to give his first Bible reading on something like Job's daughters raping him after getting him drunk.
I swear I think our school overseer did it on purpose because he was a mean SOB.
And, I hated Field Slavery as my parents became Witnesses when I was about 12, never did get a good attitude about it. So talking about it was like having root canal. It was the meeting I stopped attending first, and then the book study, which bored me because you could never ask questions, just answer them like a bunch of flipping parrots.
OH, I haven't been to a Memorial in 4 years now, counting this one. Dance with me, I'm so proud! Even though my mother just had to send me an invite in the mail. Probably counted time on me, the poor old nutter.