They expect so much from us, and we’re trying and trying and in the end of the day they call us lazy for not trying hard enough.
Seven hours of our lives are stolen and a specific letter on a report card guarantees you a better future.
Some of us don’t even choose to be here, some of us have different aspirations, different dreams, different ways of learning.
Yet, it’s either you get used to it or you’ll be a “janitor”.
(What’s even wrong with being a janitor? If someone wants to be one, let them be, tbh.)
Then we’re all bombarded by stress, desks with towering books, we start to get bored of it.
Tired of it.
We used to love learning back then, where we weren’t forced, where we weren’t having stuff shoved into our faces, when we actually had this spark in our hearts to learn, a passion.
Now that spark is extinguished and it’s just a routine,
it’s our homework.