May 2014
Early morning awakenings followed by days as seen through the haze of sleep deprivation are the story of my life. Late nights chugging caffeinated drinks keep me on the brink of insanity. Long afternoons in the library bent over a book filled educational words that all swim together in a river of knowledge to wash away my brain. Each day is the same filled with paper after math calculation due day in and day out because adults don’t seem to understand the stress we are under. Teacher’s voices begin to sound the same hour after hour of classes and all the subjects blur into one mass of nightmares.
This is the life of a high school student.
From grade 9 to grade 12 we are trapped within the strict walls of assignments tests and exams. Our lives evolve around this institution, defined by the marks we receive and we begin to believe that there is nothing more important than balancing chemistry equations rather than social obligations, or mathematic foundations as if the building blocks of society. But they give no preparation for the real world.
When we reach a certain age, long before the time of university stress, they tell us that we can be anything, so I picked sparkly fairy princess. Apparently that defies the laws of physics and they said try again I loved the power of the pen and I said author. Then they laughed in my face and said I’d never win the economical race so I settled on lawyer, an profession where I would become a the predator.
The days are structured and muscle memory carries me from class to class, until I resemble a soldier in an army of zombified ants that is under the influence of the queen of education. There is no room to be different, yet we are told to think outside the box but too far outside the box is stupidity, according to the system that doesn’t even think critically anyway. So what is the point?
The pupils that constrict under the bright light of pressure are told that the grades they receive will make or break their future. And that ache of disappointment in the back of the mind says that their only option is the McDonalds up the road.
Parents, teachers, administrators all push and pull me into the “right” direction of life as if they know my true interests because they think they have taught me everything. But they can’t do anything when I finally speak my mind. So, I will apply newton’s third law and react to all those balanced equation and mathematical calculations by becoming a sparkly fairy princess. Then I will give education the finger and only linger to say “***** you school.”
This is the life of a high school student.
From grade 9 to grade 12 we are trapped within the strict walls of assignments tests and exams. Our lives evolve around this institution, defined by the marks we receive and we begin to believe that there is nothing more important than balancing chemistry equations rather than social obligations, or mathematic foundations as if the building blocks of society. But they give no preparation for the real world.
When we reach a certain age, long before the time of university stress, they tell us that we can be anything, so I picked sparkly fairy princess. Apparently that defies the laws of physics and they said try again I loved the power of the pen and I said author. Then they laughed in my face and said I’d never win the economical race so I settled on lawyer, an profession where I would become a the predator.
The days are structured and muscle memory carries me from class to class, until I resemble a soldier in an army of zombified ants that is under the influence of the queen of education. There is no room to be different, yet we are told to think outside the box but too far outside the box is stupidity, according to the system that doesn’t even think critically anyway. So what is the point?
The pupils that constrict under the bright light of pressure are told that the grades they receive will make or break their future. And that ache of disappointment in the back of the mind says that their only option is the McDonalds up the road.
Parents, teachers, administrators all push and pull me into the “right” direction of life as if they know my true interests because they think they have taught me everything. But they can’t do anything when I finally speak my mind. So, I will apply newton’s third law and react to all those balanced equation and mathematical calculations by becoming a sparkly fairy princess. Then I will give education the finger and only linger to say “***** you school.”
