As a teen, I hated hated hated (3x for emphasis) being JW. I mean I hated it. I hated the fake self-righteous people, I hated the message, I hated religion, I hated the concept of god.
That said, I had my fun at the hall. I had a few friends who were similar in circumstance and thought process, so we used to make up words to the stupid little songs (I personally hated singing about jehoover and hayseus), we used to laugh like complete retards whenever the audience would laugh. Loud. I mean LOUD and long. Used to play air guitar on the roaming microphones when no one was looking (the other mic handlers were just like me and would laugh). Used to fart while doing the mics and walk on by, sometimes I would keep moving the mic up against the persons nose to distract them from their stupid answer. Fart and glare at someone sitting in the row like it was them. Used to stare at the elders and MS, right in the eye with a look of hatred, as I really wanted to kill every one of them (i was very angry). By this time I wasn't doing mic anymore, but I was forced to go to the hell-hall or be kicked out of my parents house.
In my earlier times, I used to get bored as hell, so I signed up to do impromptu talks (substitute) to pass the time.
If I went back now, I would probably last until I gave a talk or prayer and took that moment to shred the bullshit doctrine these people are fed several times a week.