Dear School,
Oh, the issues I have with you. I suppose maybe I should
address this to specific departments but in the interest of preserving ones
feelings, I’ll keep it general. What is wrong with you? What do you think I am,
a robot? I have a social life, I have feelings, I have responsibilities that do
not pertain to school and, in my point of view, are far more important than the
truck loads of work you decide to dump on us. I’ll admit, this year I have it
somewhat easy, my classes aren’t as hard as they have been in the past, but you
have made me dread the idea of learning. I despise the thought of waking up in
the morning to come to this god forsaken place, so much so that I stay up into
the late hours of the night, just to put off waking up, how sad. But do you
care? No, of course not, this place is designed to feel like a prison, or so you
have made it seem. I wake up at 6:45 to rush around my house and get everything
in order for my day ahead of me, only to walk outside to watch one of your
buses drive right past me, leaving me to inconvenience my step mother and make
her drive me to school, all the while getting an ear full the entire ride
there. Then I walk in, starving because I didn’t have time to eat breakfast but
I, alas, cannot afford your breakfast “sandwiches” and disgusting whole grain
poptarts because I need to save my money for your over-priced, under-portioned
meals. I owe you $116 for lunch, do you think maybe after $80 you’d ask why?
Maybe I can’t afford the lunch, maybe my step mother refuses to go shopping for
weeks so we have no good food, but is that any concern to you? No, of course
not, because that’s money in your pocket. Then I am forced to carry on through
your pointless classes, with teachers who usually have no idea what they’re
talking about, and oppress the creative minds of their students. With an
exception of about four or five teachers, your school system is a vice,
squeezing out individuality and creativity from the minds of these adolescents
whom you are supposed to “sculpt”. I’m sick of the favoritism amongst students
also. Why is it that the handbook was greatly enforced when I’m getting in
trouble, but when a star athlete of yours gets in trouble, there punishment is
made less severe. Its absolutely outrageous. And how about you give a little gratitude
to the art students for once? Considering we work just as hard, and are able to
create masterpieces, but we don’t bring home trophies or banners so our value
isn’t as great. Just let us express ourselves throughout the school, that’s all
we desire is to leave a little piece of us behind, because teachers like Mrs.
Lewicki made us into the artists we are today. But no, you want a “clean”
school, so our artwork is pushed to the side and we are left to cling to the
shadows and make way for the “sports stars” as always.
Well I, for one, am sick of it. I want things to change
around here. I want more independence, I want more expression and more
individuality. I want to go home and not have to force school completely out of
my mind in order to stay in a positive state of mind and prevent myself from
worrying about all the stresses that this place brings with it. In all honesty,
I just want to enjoy learning again.
Thanks
for ruining education for me, Brooklynn
Porter
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