"Individualism"

"Individualism"

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The place I am from, Gibraltar, has a schooling system which I consider to be backwards; males are forced into one school and girls into another limiting, a lot of necessities like the toilets remain broken, there isn't enough space, there always seems to be a lack of teachers and the subjects offered are quite limiting. More on the substance, I have always felt undermined at school, especially during my GCSEs which was a difficult time for me. I had always felt as if they are squandering our personalities and forcing us to become subservient which I never liked. Some teachers would be amazing and great, whilst others would be terrible or simply wouldn't care about the students, I for one would get yelled at for not understanding the area's second language (Spanish) by my Spanish teacher instead of helped and encouraged to improve. Plus, certain mental conditions such as anxiety were never properly catered for which is also why I consider the school to be backwards. So in the end I wrote a rant which turned into this: my first proper poem. I hope you like it.
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