I went to school in the 1970s, Catholic schools, Canada, so it was a strange mix of old-school Catholic discipline crossed with ideas of the "new education" creeping in.
We were given specific books to read in later grades, but in our introductory grades of literature, we we're assigned "book reports" These being; we chose a book, read it, and gave a presentation to the class of our thoughts on it. I suppose that is quite liberal for the times, possibly just lazy, "throw-away" lesson planning on the teacher's part, but I managed to take up these assignments as an experiment in "gaming the rules"
I remember the first one I chose was "The Medium Is The Massage" by Marshall McLuhan. My parents were academics, had a large library and it was there for me to read, but I remember distinctly choosing it because it was largely composed of pictures, so in my young mind I was having one over on the teacher by reading a book that actually required very little reading.
I maybe should have failed the exercise but, I actually understood the concepts and delivered an acceptable presentation. I'm pretty sure the teacher was mostly surprised a 10 year old kid would even have any idea who McLuhan was let alone grasp the concepts he laid out.
The next time we were assigned "book reports" I brought in "Johnathan Livingston Seagull"
This time the teacher actually said to me; "you're pushing your luck kid"
what can I say? I was a bit of a Muppet. Still, I'm still a little amazed how you can manage to learn something despite, if not even for, your best efforts not to.
I advocate giving kids more choice and autonomy.