Sweaty hands, heart palpitations and that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. These are the exact symptoms I experience when I think about starting school again. And I’m not being dramatic.
I see little school kids in their uniforms and with their gigantic suitcases on their backs and I feel quite sorry for them and grateful that it’s not me!
Now don’t get me wrong, education on the whole is not what I hated. I love to learn and school is the one place where over-achieving is encouraged and welcomed. I’m also not saying that children shouldn’t go to school! That would just be tragic.
What I am saying is that I, personally, hated school. I hated getting up in the morning, putting on my stiff white shirt, chunky black shoes and having to spend almost an entire day sitting and listening to a teacher drone on (and boy, could some teachers really drone!).
The strangest thing is that I had no real reason to hate school. I was never bullied, teased or shunned. In fact, teachers loved me, I was friends with everyone and I did well in my academics. I just never enjoyed the whole experience.
I’ve often wondered what it would be like if I found myself in my Grade 1 body but with all the knowledge and experience I have right now. (Too many sci-fi movies, I know). This exact thought is what makes me want curl into a ball and cry a little. Scary huh?
Perhaps I’m just strange? I’ve heard of the odd phenomenon where people actually enjoyed school, from beginning to end. I don’t understand how, but apparently it happens.
Where you one of those strange people? Or did you hate school too?
I see little school kids in their uniforms and with their gigantic suitcases on their backs and I feel quite sorry for them and grateful that it’s not me!
Now don’t get me wrong, education on the whole is not what I hated. I love to learn and school is the one place where over-achieving is encouraged and welcomed. I’m also not saying that children shouldn’t go to school! That would just be tragic.
What I am saying is that I, personally, hated school. I hated getting up in the morning, putting on my stiff white shirt, chunky black shoes and having to spend almost an entire day sitting and listening to a teacher drone on (and boy, could some teachers really drone!).
The strangest thing is that I had no real reason to hate school. I was never bullied, teased or shunned. In fact, teachers loved me, I was friends with everyone and I did well in my academics. I just never enjoyed the whole experience.
I’ve often wondered what it would be like if I found myself in my Grade 1 body but with all the knowledge and experience I have right now. (Too many sci-fi movies, I know). This exact thought is what makes me want curl into a ball and cry a little. Scary huh?
Perhaps I’m just strange? I’ve heard of the odd phenomenon where people actually enjoyed school, from beginning to end. I don’t understand how, but apparently it happens.
Where you one of those strange people? Or did you hate school too?
