I went to a private school. A very structured private school.
It was a good school for sure, but what did it not teach us?
What to do with freedom.
I was a student, never missed a single class, straight A's, and cried when I got a 85 on a test. (except for English. that class was a waste of time) I would study for 9 hours, straight, on a Sunday. I would do my assignments a week early 'just to be safe', and re-edit my essay about 8 million times. I would pre-read on the materials, and until I fully understood those things inside-out, inverted, twirked.
Along with this, I was the school Tennis Team's Singles Player, on the school Dance Team, a singer. (oh man, I put so much time into singing.) I managed to get enough sleep to go on and do those things, whilst having time to Facebook inbetween.
Oh, and my room was spotless at ALL times.
Except that the school had us scheduled time slots to do all those things, with two 20-minutes break during the day, about half an hour of break before sports after class, and half an hour after sports. oh, and 45-75 minutes of free time at night, past 9 PM.
Yeah, talk about organized.
Now that I'm in University, I have managed to 'skip' (though I technically have a legit reason) something like 15 classes, I do NOT get 95's on tests, nor do I try to understand everything that's taught to us inside-out, let alone inverted or twirked, and I am not in dance or tennis.
How the fuck did I get here?
It's called a social life.
I didn't have one in high school. By the way.
oh, and there always seems to be a much funner thing to be doing rather than studying here. And no one really studies here. like really. And so many people skip classes, it's ridiculous.
Though, this whole not going to class thing is starting to get to me, so I think I'll be the straight A-boring person again for a while; it seems to suit me better.
Well,
the whole not getting a good mark depresses me, because it's what I thrived on in high school.
Oh, and did I mention that this girl I grew up with is a fucking genious?
yeah, I hate her for being so fucking perfect.
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Fun times heya?
Been there, done that...
and now I'm here. Oddities for all!
I feel that the structure in the early life was detrimental to my ability to function when the structure dropped. It was too easy when things had a structure of their own. I wish I had been forced to play then I might have learnt to motivate myself.
Apparently I'm not the only one who thinks this way. It's what I've been reading about when I'm meant to be reading about cognition. It's official: structure in childhood leads to procrastination later in life. Now we get to figure out how to motivate ourselves... after learning specific subjects of thought.
Do you ever get the feeling that we keep learning things backwards?
Although, now I'm putting words on a page in an attempt to get hired. On a friday night. fun times.
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