In middle school the metals shop teacher offered a class in electronics. We built a three tube amplifier, but not until we could explain how it worked, what each component did, and how the value of the component was determined. I learned everything I know about tubes from that one class. This was back in the day when a 2N2222 equivalent was $10 each and they were all allocated to the space program anyway. Nobody at a tech level understood them. I don't have that amp anymore, it became part of something else, but I wish I had kept it.
If you have time to read on, here's a little memory from that time:
Mr. Phelps was the coolest teacher I ever had. He taught metalworking, printing and bookbinding, and occasionally an electronics class. When I was busy building my 3 tube amp, I was struggling with the wire stripper, trying to strip the cloth braid off a transformer lead. Giving up on the worthless wire stripper, I pulled my pocket knife out of my pocket, removed the braid, and put the knife back. A moment later, Mr. Phelps was by my side saying, "Don't ever let anyone besides me see that," and then he walked away. I realized then what I had done, and no one ever saw my little pocket knife again, but I always carried it to school and still carry one to this day. I abandoned the pocket screwdriver after my wife wouldn't let up on the teasing. Born a geek, still a geek. It's in the genes.