We had to study when i was a kid, because a couple other families would come during the week and we would all prepare together. We all lived outside of town, and we were supposed to be upbuilding each other. It was like a second book study, except we all had to take turns reading paragraphs. It was usually at our house, since my mom had so many kids it was easier for the others to come to us. I hated it. My step-father was playing at being a jw then, and would get on us if we couldn't read the paragraphs outloud properly. this went on for a few years, until the brothers became elders and ms, and my step-father let his true abusive nature show through. After that we only studied when my mom was on a zealous kick. After I had my oldest son, I would study off and on, but I wouldn't make him sit though the whole thing. I hated raising him jw, and I was glad when I finally gave it up, and he could be normal, but he was already 11 by that time. Later he told me it was all so stupid, he never paid attention. He has always been alot smarter than me. Now I too don't care much for organized religion. but I do like some of the music, so much better than the crap we used to have to sing.
I also used to draw in the margins during the meeting, make it look like I was taking notes or something. My favorite thing was to draw lines between the words down the page and see how curvey the line could get, then I would draw it back up the page to see if I could keep them from crossing. Doesn't take much to keep me entertained. I would also write comments about the person who was answering the question, like she is so stupid, what a bitch, I hope he gets his hand shut in a car door. Stuff like that.
Always waiting for the meeting to get over so I could have Sunday fried chicken at my great-grandma's house. It was the only thing to look forward too on Sunday.
Pam