"So, how done are you with life?'
"Completely done."
There is no other answer to that question. Every morning I wake up and follow the same routine and it has now become a reflex action. My animosity for school has only increased over the few years. Don't try and tell me to give it a chance, because I did and nothing good comes out of it. The education systems and the societies all over the world are creating institutes that manufacture brains that can think and talk the same way. They say that a child's mind is clay and so all these people have to do is put these brains into their molds and then brainwash them for fourteen years. After that they lead them to believe that they are making choices and put them in a different mold for another three to ten years.
Coming back to why I am done with school is because I get judged for thinking outside the box and being different. Creativity is killed and talents are ignored because what I am worth is determined by a Standardized test that requires us to write for three consecutive hours without peeing. Then when we get home and face society, we are judged on the basis of a piece of paper that guarantees my literacy. Imagine putting on a sorting hat and there being a hierarchy that you are placed into.
I don't care about my scores but my parents do. I care about learning and working hard. Not about how many hours I put in and what grade I get. My future is determined by what I make out of myself not by what some teacher says. Knowledge is supposed to be shared and expanded upon and should not be limited by books and syllabuses. I want to change this but unfortunately the chains of my standardized human education hold me down and curse me for using my brain to think thoughts I haven't borrowed from a textbook. I have to earn a piece of paper for the society to hear me out. For me my teen years will be spent waiting for my life to begin and wishing I could go back to happier times. A time when I didn't think and followed instructions written in black and white. When all I knew was to obey. It wasn't a better life but it was a happier one. What I didn't know couldn't really hurt me.
"Completely done."
There is no other answer to that question. Every morning I wake up and follow the same routine and it has now become a reflex action. My animosity for school has only increased over the few years. Don't try and tell me to give it a chance, because I did and nothing good comes out of it. The education systems and the societies all over the world are creating institutes that manufacture brains that can think and talk the same way. They say that a child's mind is clay and so all these people have to do is put these brains into their molds and then brainwash them for fourteen years. After that they lead them to believe that they are making choices and put them in a different mold for another three to ten years.
Coming back to why I am done with school is because I get judged for thinking outside the box and being different. Creativity is killed and talents are ignored because what I am worth is determined by a Standardized test that requires us to write for three consecutive hours without peeing. Then when we get home and face society, we are judged on the basis of a piece of paper that guarantees my literacy. Imagine putting on a sorting hat and there being a hierarchy that you are placed into.
I don't care about my scores but my parents do. I care about learning and working hard. Not about how many hours I put in and what grade I get. My future is determined by what I make out of myself not by what some teacher says. Knowledge is supposed to be shared and expanded upon and should not be limited by books and syllabuses. I want to change this but unfortunately the chains of my standardized human education hold me down and curse me for using my brain to think thoughts I haven't borrowed from a textbook. I have to earn a piece of paper for the society to hear me out. For me my teen years will be spent waiting for my life to begin and wishing I could go back to happier times. A time when I didn't think and followed instructions written in black and white. When all I knew was to obey. It wasn't a better life but it was a happier one. What I didn't know couldn't really hurt me.
