Its cause of the capitalization of education. More students want to be successful than there are spots. Hence the system functions to sort out those who are most fit to succeed.
Honestly when I was a kid I would be afraid of the end of the world and stuff and all that hype but when I got to middle school I was just like "yeah idec anymore just end pls"
There's nothing wrong with it, you're a kid and you want to have a good time instead of being in a couple rooms all day. It's cool, everyone feels that way
There's a difference between thinking school is boring versus developing anxiety and feeling lost for motivation and those other things, but I totally get what you mean by that.
I second that..the anxiety I go through because of school is much, much different than being bored. I see your point, though. I would much rather be sleeping right about now, but ya know.
I read your name and the first four words at the same time so I read "I HATED summer school" and I was all like "you have every reason to hate summer school I hated summer class"
Today's
Homework is
About me
Who has no personality,
It's just enough,
I'm satisfied,
I've started to live,
But why is it, we
Sometimes-- no, always
Say we're sad,
Say we're lonely?
Can you read the Kanji on the blackboard?
Can you read that kid's imagination?
Who was it, that dyed his heart black,
Hey, who was it?
Hey, who was it?
Can you solve this equation on the abacus?
Can you loosen the rope around that kid's neck?
Is it fine, if we remain like this?
Hey, what should I do?
It doesn't matter anymore...
Honestly, this is the most accurate thing I've read all day. I make straight As, win science fairs and writing competitions, do homework and participate in class. But NOOoooOo. People have to go and bully me. They broke my ankle in 6th grade and never apologized. That hurts man. It's no wonder I find myself unable to force myself out of bed and face the day on a school morning.
Homework is
About me
Who has no personality,
It's just enough,
I'm satisfied,
I've started to live,
But why is it, we
Sometimes-- no, always
Say we're sad,
Say we're lonely?
Can you read the Kanji on the blackboard?
Can you read that kid's imagination?
Who was it, that dyed his heart black,
Hey, who was it?
Hey, who was it?
Can you solve this equation on the abacus?
Can you loosen the rope around that kid's neck?
Is it fine, if we remain like this?
Hey, what should I do?
It doesn't matter anymore...