Many people ask me why I hate school so much with their usual annoyed faces that tell me I said something really bad. Usually I'd just tell them that it does not interest me anymore because I hate giving long explanations. They won't understand me anyway. But in case you're going to ask me, too, here's what I have to say about it.
Back then, I used to love it but when I met people who only cared about grades, I started to resent it. Education became a business now. My school must really love me because I will be extending my stay for another year year. More cash for the. Another reason? Studying nowadays became more like a competition rather than learning. If you get an average of 75% or lower, you are told that you're not doing well or that you're a problem child. If you cannot solve a Math problem within 30 seconds, you are called stupid. It doesn't matter whether you cheated or not, as long as you get good grades, they will be proud of you.
Parents put a lot of pressure on their children, too. Their expectations are too high. Are grades really that important that they would rather lose their children's trust in them? Are diplomas really that worth it to the point of hurting their child for not graduating in time? Recently, I heard that a classmate of mine got beat up by her parents because she failed a very difficult subject of ours, resulting to her not graduating on time. When I heard that I thought I was more fortunate than she was. I only heard harsh words from my mother. It's fine, I'm already used to it. But what would she feel if she were in my place?
"Your classmates graduated on time so why can't you do it?"
And then she went on and on about how thankful I should be for raising me, and how expensive it was for doing so. I really wished I had not been born. For two years now, I've been enduring going to school without showing any signs of interest in it. Just because my parents told me so and I couldn't refuse. I could not even tell them what I really wanted to do, because they're always right in their eyes.
Once, I was embarassed by my teacher in front of the whole class just because I couldn't answer a question. It was my fault for forgetting the lesson, but it's not really fair to be labeled as "stupid" just because of a single question that I wasn't able to answer. My father, whom I thought would be the only person who'd accept me for who I am, got mad at me for getting a 98% in my exam. He said that an intelligent person would get 100% in everything, and told me that I was being overconfident for being only top 11 out of 40 people in my class. He said I should be on the top spot.
What I'm trying to say is, at the end of the day, we will be defined by our grades and ranks wherever we go, and not by the good deeds we have done to people. I just can't see the point in that sometimes.