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The Problem That Lies Within: What School Can't Teach Us

I started to notice more and more mistakes teachers make inside the school system. I acknowledge that I am a very critical person, yet I also know that's the quality of mine that some day might actually get me somewhere. I don't judge anyone, far from that. It's just as a high-school student I think I still own the right of freedom of speech and saying my opinion, or rather - typing it. No matter in what way I express it, I think anything will do as long as I stand up for what I think it's right. And I've noticed something's clearly wrong. Even a blind man would see it.
I'm hundred percent positive this kind of things happen all over the world; perhaps in some parts it's even worse than here (I'm not saying it's really that bad here). The education and the whole privilege of having the chance to be schooled is beyond amazing and past something most of the kids on the planet cannot afford. I am very much aware of that. But while I'm aware of the good sides, I'm also attentive of the bad sides this educational establishment possesses. Which practically everyone does. We all do mistakes. But these are by far the most obvious and obtrusive. I can say for myself that I am a person of very sensitive nature; that means I kinda notice every little thing that's going on around me. Which doesn't mean I always do something about it and I'm aware that sometimes not saying something about it is wrong. Although, sometimes you ran out of words to say because you're completely overwhelmed by the whole situation and it's better to stay quiet. However, we are taught, from a young age, to stand up for what we believe and feel. And that's my way of showing what's bothering me and in fact, I'm not doing anything wrong. I don't feel guilty or possess any kinds of feelings of guilt when writing this because I feel the need to say something about what's going on. I know the crucial people won't see this, but it helps me a lot just writing about it and who knows; maybe one day I'll even speak about it. So you must be dying of wondering what the hell that thing is. Let me just emphasize it's a problem, that lies within the system and probably invisible to the employees.

It is about them. The professors. You must think: "Oh, she's so mean and original, gossiping about her professors. Tell me something new." Well, you are right about me writing about professors. However, you are wrong if you think I'm gossiping about them. It's not called gossip, it's called observing and realizing the problem. It's a big difference. You see, gossiping is making something up and then making sure it passes on and at the end, comes to that person's ears, but no one really knows who started the rumor. And observing and realizing the problem is actually trying to understand what they're doing. Their way of teaching, dealing with kids and so on. Most teens might think being a teacher is the worst job ever because you have to deal with all these idiotic kids that have no future and take in their insults towards you. Most of the people think teachers are dumb and actually intentionally ruining youngster's lives and making sure they won't pass their class just because of a professor's past trauma and they have to put it out on someone. Well, I can say that the "most people" are terribly wrong. You're confused again, aren't you? First I hated them, now all of a sudden I pity them and have their back. Well, let me jut explain how wrong again you are. I don't hate them, never have. Ever since I have Tumblr I try to understand people and not judge them for being who they are. That's simply ridiculous and childish. I try to see us, the teenagers, from their P.O.V. (sorry, I started to use phrases from fanfictons however I think it's a common thing to say - point of view). I'm sure it's not easy to cope with such speedy pace. But since I've been in high-school being a teacher has kinda started to be a tempting career for me, even though I know that the salary isn't as good as it could be. Especially an English teacher. I'm not saying I've been so starstruck by our teacher, but English has always meant a great deal to me. Another way of expressing myself, usually the easier way than in my own language. I am proud of my country, of course, it's just that some things I find easier to say in English and more natural. Anyway, it's also very important in the outer world; like you need at least basics to achieve something somewhere outside your country. I wish people would realize its importance and good effects.
Anyway, like I said, being a teacher is more complicated and tough than you think. But I'm sure they chose this profession because they had passion about a subject and wanted to spread that passion among young students, yearning and craving for something new, something beyond just 'school'. That's what I kinda love about teaching. You not only teach a 'thing' to other people, but you do it differently because you do it with passion in your eyes, something keeps you going. And by choosing a job you love you won't have to work a day in your life. You'll only see tempting challenges and obstacles in your way you're craving to overcome. Because once you do something with passion, there's no way you're gonna do it badly or fail. You won't fail as long as you don't give up. And by teaching other people with love and gratitude, you have a potential of teaching them good and they might endear it as well.

But these are the good sides of teachers that I'm sure each and every one of mine possesses. However, I must be critical, like I said, and discover the real problem. We all have bad sides and I'm not trying to accentuate only those. But these things really do bother me and since I'm "doomed" for another three and a half years of my life spending here, I might as well say what's on my mind and don't waste any more time.
What I think the main problem is and what I've started to notice, is that teachers no longer care about us. I read about a case in high school that happened to a kid with anxiety attack and the teacher sent him home saying health is first. I wish there were more professors like that and I must sadly say that there aren't as kind as this one. Simply because they have prejudices and are afraid of the communication, of actually teaching someone something, to give a lecture about something beyond just a subject. I can assure you that at least 70% of students would enjoy a class like that since they would really like the teacher and eventually begin to love the subject as well and their knowledge would grow without them even knowing. Why? Because they would study with love and passion. More like learn with love and passion (study is such a harsh word, I think it comes from student dying = studying). Anyhow, my idea of being a teacher, kinda like a condition to teach people about something, is that you truly love it. I mean, of course I understand that sometimes they have a bad day or simply do their job because they have to make a living. But just putting some effort in it ... Do you realize what kind of effect would it leave on the pupils? I can assure you, again, that they will want to participate even more and discover new things about that subject. That is why I want to somehow become a teacher, even though I haven't really set my mind on anything (maybe a journalist, writing and stuff) and it's probably a teenage fad, but I like the idea of making a change. Steve Jobs once said (I'm pretty sure I've already used this quote before, it's just that it can equate with really any kind of situation): "People who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do." I live by that and I wish that would be my principle throughout my whole life, since you can come across it anytime, no matter what you do. Every person has a dream and no matter who they are or what that dream's about, everyone wants to make it come true and that quote is just perfect. Something that keeps you going, knowing, that somebody's got your back. It's a nice thought, knowing you're not alone in something. Even if you might be and you convince yourself otherwise, you can achieve many things. Just try.

Anyway, back to the point. The problem, I think, lies in the communication between two generations. I will write about that subject in another post (that subject was one of the assignments we also had to do in school, so I will use some cues from there). Communication. Hmm, funny word, isn't it? It seems so simple; just saying few stuff, yet everybody's got a issue with it. Regardless of your age, everybody has difficulties with just creating a few sentences intended to a person you've never seen before or gives you butterflies in your stomach while they pass you by. I completely understand that teachers are only human, too. We were just talking, a few days ago, in my Spanish class how teachers are afraid of first of the September as well and how they are nervous about what or rather who they're gonna get. Our professor (which is great, by the way, she's one of a few who actually admits her (or the staff's) and our faults and flaws alike) told us how she felt and we actually felt bad for her, even though we've known her for over six months now. We are surprised every day by how teachers react on us or how they're dealing with us. It's just that we're mostly shocked by their rough treating and how they sometimes offend us. We're human beings as well and besides their subject; we have 14 others, too, which is not a piece of cake. And imagine: each teacher of each subject wants you to know the whole book by heart since they'll be testing our knowledge unexpectedly and it's natural that we sometimes forget things and BAM: a minus flies in the markbook. We're constantly under this stress we cannot let go of and we've got no one to understand. Normally, we'll want to skip school just to let it out for a few days, just let it pass, even though a constant though of facing school in a few days is lying in wait for us. It's the same with weekends - they simply pass too quickly.
However, I must not just pity my kind. We're lazy sometimes as well, and there's simply no excuse for that. The though of studying makes us sick and even a wall becomes more interesting than studying right in that moment. We are unable to concentrate due to lack of motivation and always thinking of places so far away from us right now, where we wish we were in that moment. Somewhere far away, just not dealing with this crap.

But sometimes, a thought pops into our mind. "I've got nothing without school, right? Knowledge is the best investment that always repays. The only thing no one can ever take away from me." At least that's what I think sometimes and I know I have to do this. Well, practically everyone has to and, admit it or not, it makes the whole situation of being a prisoner in that cage called school, a bit easier and more bearable. Life doesn't always work out as we want it to, but we have to suck it in with a constant though set in our mind: It'll all be worth it in the end. You might find excuses by telling and defending yourself with examples of people like Kim Kardashian and people her sort. But is that what truly matters? Yes, she has money and nice clothes and diamond earrings. But what else does she have? Does she have a degree? No, she became famous with a sex tape and showing of her (probably) fake curves. And is she proud of that? She might be, since it was her cue to having her own fashion line and writing a book she probably didn't even write herself. Things like that don't matter in life, you see. What matters is that you have something in your head you can compete with. What can she compete with? Saying: "My baby's more rich and famous that you'll ever be." ? Rich because of you, therefore your baby will be known because you had sex. That's kinda lame, isn't it? I kinda feel pity for her and I don't care if someone who loves her says I'm a hater and I only make her more famous. Well damn, I really do hope you see me as someone who thinks life is a bit more important than being famous because of your butt.
Anyway, you can achieve anything you want in life, if you have your mind set to it. I think that's what the problem is in schools: they don't teach us how to be confident, having good self-esteem, believing in yourself and your ambitions, but they'll rather bore you with some shit that's really beyond not-useful. Okay, you might say that belongs to common knowledge and being smart and proficient, but I don't think that is the problem with teenagers. I don't think, at their stage, they wanna know where some tree stands and who killed someone there. I think (and I'm saying this from personal experiences) we all want to learn how to be happy. Some people might become lawyers, some doctors, again others a cashier. But what do we all have in common, or better what we all want to have in common? Being happy. Enjoying what you do, being able to find positive sides to everything, being content with yourself and your looks. That's the key to happy and long life, even if you'll live only up to 60, the age really doesn't matter. What matters is what you can do, what you're able to do in your lifetime. And doing all that stuff is more that just connected to having passion about something, learning how to have passion about something. They say we're creating ourselves throughout our whole life and that sorta is true, referring to how you always learn from your mistakes and keep making them, but with more caution. But otherwise I don't think that's quite true. I think the whole point of school is to direct us and not force us into something we wish to be doing in the future. In short - finding ourselves. They should be there do support us on every dream we have, although that's a pretty tough job, besides having to lecture.

But things change and people change and I guess we're just in this kinda era where being happy doesn't mean a lot as being rich and famous does. Kids want to have shitloads of money instead just being happy, that actually is inner wealth. I just hope I will be able to follow those dreams of mine and one day change the world; or at least shape it a bit differently. Make a change. Prove that I was here. Made a difference. Or if not this, at least be satisfied with where I stand. To know I'm not unhappy because of my career I was forced to choose in my teens. Being able to enjoy every small detail and take in something from each day. Realize that it was all worth it in the end.

(C) Every artwork used is from Tumblr

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