I sat through the meetings for the first fourteen years of my life.
A pen or pencil got me through them. There were no tablets or cellphones back then.
I would draw random lines between the text, tracing a scribble that would output the madness going on inside my head.
I would draw little tiny stick people doing mountain climbing feats on the lettering.
I got whacked many times for drawing though. But it was worth it, imo.