There's a movie I remember watching just once when I was little that I haven't seen again since. It's called Twins. Arnold Schwarzneggar and Danny DeVito play twins that were separated at birth. I don't want to spoil the movie, at least the "twist" that I remember, but you learn early on that DeVito's character is a filthy though streetwise hustler, and Schwarzneggar is a near-perfect physical specimen who grew up on an island with the world's smartest teachers to instruct him, where he exercised on the beach and ate the healthiest foods. Scenes later in the movie have him performing feats of strength, being readily helpful with esoteric facts and knowledge, all testifying to his magnificent genes and upbringing.

The reason the movie stuck with me is because the depiction of Arnold growing up with an ideal set of inputs really appealed to me. I wanted that. I still want that. Wake up early, run on a beach, then eat breakfast near loved ones. Advanced classes of some sort, then martial arts or gymnastics, then cooking class. Then lectures from more smart people, etc. A Spartan school.

Stuff like this reminds me of the Spartan school that never was.