I remember the same things growing up as a JW. What made it worse was that there were no other JW young people close enough for me to associate with them.
I saw them at the Hall, but they lived a good distance away, so I was pretty much alone most of the time.
My teachers were appalled that I would not even consider college. I took a competitive scholarship test for a business school....more or less as a lark....and I won.
Most young people would be thrilled. I burst into tears. I felt SO guilty that I had even entertained the thought of getting additional education--even though it was a business school.
The elders grudgingly allowed (yes, I felt I had to get their approval to attend) me to utilize the scholarship. The school was fairly close so I wouldn't have to live in a dorm (they were adamant about THAT point), and they concluded that since it would be preparing me for a job where I could work part-time and pioneer, it would be all right to postpone my pioneering for a year.
When I think of that, it makes me feel ill.