I don't hate school.
I hate that it takes my childhood in its grasp and crushes it. I hate that it causes me stress to a point where I just want to run away and never look back. I hate that I'm pressured to get good results in all of my tests at the end of the year.
I hate that those tests, those exams, will be what people judge me by, whether it's when I apply for a job, or when I simply turn up in a highly educated place. I don't need to be examined by government, only for them to tell me that I'm below average.
Whether my grade is an A or a D,
society shouldn't segregate me.
I could be perfectly clever but with one bad test day I'd never be labelled that again
I'd be society's outcast, living a life full of people looking down on me, turning up their noses as they show the distaste they feel.
I'd end up unhappy.
Unable to support myself, or the loved ones around me. Just because of that one test, the one that everyone says I've failed, the one that when I tried my hardest, I didn't succeed.
Right now, I could take a minor test, and compare it with my friends. They'd all have weary and tired eyes, upset they didn't get full marks, that they got an A instead of A*. Then they'd turn to me, and ask the dreaded question. "What did you get?" they'd asked with a smile, but turn silent when I reply. They judge me, even if they don't want to, it's just a reflex reaction, one that society teaches to its young. If you don't get a good grade, you're not clever, but dumb.
