Lucky kids, Allison. My music classes consisted of learning the lines and spaces on a Staff and how to draw a G clef. That and religious and show tunes. A nightmare. Our "test" was to get up in front of the class and sing a song. Some poor kids were tone deaf and had to do the same every year in front of less than sympathetic classmates.
I could carry a tune but almost failed one year when instead of a show tune I sang "The Boston Burglar". I was told to get the first train out of Boston and sing a proper tune or fail. I sang "Whenever I Feel Afraid". Don't think the old cow saw through my humor.
In high school, we had a real music room and a nun with a moustache. Draw your own conclusions as to how well that went.
Fortunately, with minimal TV available there was music of all sorts at home.