Primary school's SATs were proudly and all too hollowly pronounced to be 'The rest of my life'. A few summers later, and now GCSEs are 'The rest of my life.' 'really?' I said. 'That sounds remarkably similar to what they said last time.' Then, a few days ago, according to a college interviewer - My life will change depending on my future AS courses.
Right.
my life, apparently, is dependant solely on a handful of qualifications and results... Which really, haven't at all been earned by me, but by the spoon feeding of them, to me, by teachers. The only way I have had an effect on them is the level of enthusiasm I have put into the making of them. which really hasn't been much at all, because I have always doubted the importance of them.
That, I find, is due to the whole sheepish following of orders that we must do to appease our 'superiors'. If we choose not to mindlessly follow their instructions, however, we are faced with consequences. No freedom of choice. No wiggle room.
And really, isn't this all a little hypocritical? We are taught how to walk and talk, Then to sit down and shut up. Our parents are overjoyed when we speak our first words, Then furious later, when answer them back. Granted we should listen to adults, and we should appreciate their input into our lives. But must we follow their word to the letter because 'they told us to?'. Or should we have to appease them, in order not to be punished. really, the only freedom we get is when we are out of sight of our parents and teachers. With people of our own age. Our friends aren't going to judge us for our actions, our peers aren't going to punish us for doing something we shouldn't...
Because we are all equal. And in their eyes, it's our personality that is the judge of our worth. not the qualifications we have or our GCSE equivalents.
This isn't written because I'm being rebellious and contrary. Its because I am able to question the logic behind it all. You don't need to listen, nor do I need you to. Just keep my, and generally, our points of view in mind.
Monday, 12 July 2010
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Well this sucks.
I have been dumped in the relentless sea of torment, that is so say, the exam period in secondary school. I am a misunderstood teenager with a disfunctional family and an overactive, and probably quite destructive social life. Sexually frustrated and insecure about myself, I must venture forth alone, with no one to understand what I am going through. Oh god, is my life depressing and horrid.
Oh wait, everyone my age is the same. good one.
As you probably have guessed, the above text was intended to be ironic. A reflection of all other blogs made by attention seeking teenagers who crave some sort of recognition. I however, am different... In no way at all.
You see, I am exactly the same as most people my age, which is to be expected. after all, we are inexperienced and have not learned half the things needed to have opinions and a correct value system.
This is according to our - always right and all knowledgeable - carers.
Now when I say carers, I mean it to include parents and teachers, government officials and that old woman that crosses the road just to avoid walking past me. Yes, they want the best for our generation, I acknowledge that. The methods that they choose, however, are my issue. Please, stop telling me that you are only thinking of my future. I understand. But tell me again the logic behind all the repeated lectures of drinking, or smoking, or underage sex. I, and everyone else, know all that is needed. We know the statistics of people dying every year of lung cancer or STIs. We know it all, and we don't care. we will keep doing these things, because we want to, and can.
I don't know, maybe I am wrong. Maybe I need to mature and get my priorities sorted out. Perhaps I AM young and just being contrary to whatever I am told to do or not do. Well I guess I'll have to wait and see. Wait until too much of my life has past, like everyone else. suddenly realising that I've lost the vision and imagination I had as a child. realizing that I was right, and that my quality of life would have been much, much greater if I had embraced what was right, instead of what I had been told was right.
Its not fair, the way we are treated or portrayed on TV or in newspapers. But they continue to show and print them, because we are powerless to stop them...
Gutted.
I have been dumped in the relentless sea of torment, that is so say, the exam period in secondary school. I am a misunderstood teenager with a disfunctional family and an overactive, and probably quite destructive social life. Sexually frustrated and insecure about myself, I must venture forth alone, with no one to understand what I am going through. Oh god, is my life depressing and horrid.
Oh wait, everyone my age is the same. good one.
As you probably have guessed, the above text was intended to be ironic. A reflection of all other blogs made by attention seeking teenagers who crave some sort of recognition. I however, am different... In no way at all.
You see, I am exactly the same as most people my age, which is to be expected. after all, we are inexperienced and have not learned half the things needed to have opinions and a correct value system.
This is according to our - always right and all knowledgeable - carers.
Now when I say carers, I mean it to include parents and teachers, government officials and that old woman that crosses the road just to avoid walking past me. Yes, they want the best for our generation, I acknowledge that. The methods that they choose, however, are my issue. Please, stop telling me that you are only thinking of my future. I understand. But tell me again the logic behind all the repeated lectures of drinking, or smoking, or underage sex. I, and everyone else, know all that is needed. We know the statistics of people dying every year of lung cancer or STIs. We know it all, and we don't care. we will keep doing these things, because we want to, and can.
I don't know, maybe I am wrong. Maybe I need to mature and get my priorities sorted out. Perhaps I AM young and just being contrary to whatever I am told to do or not do. Well I guess I'll have to wait and see. Wait until too much of my life has past, like everyone else. suddenly realising that I've lost the vision and imagination I had as a child. realizing that I was right, and that my quality of life would have been much, much greater if I had embraced what was right, instead of what I had been told was right.
Its not fair, the way we are treated or portrayed on TV or in newspapers. But they continue to show and print them, because we are powerless to stop them...
Gutted.
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