They Say School Prepares You for Life; Mine Left Me Scarred
4 lessons learned from my traumatic school experience
School wasn’t a place of learning. It was a battleground I barely survived.
I was scared to death almost every day and constantly tried to find ways to avoid going to school. All I wanted was to stay at home and lose myself in my favorite cartoons, but unfortunately, that was never an option.
And it was not that I hated studies. I was an average student and never failed any exams.
It was the unrealistic expectations that I hated.
All the students were required to maintain a notebook for each subject, and it was expected that our handwriting would be pristine on every single page.
However, I struggled to consistently keep up with this practice throughout my school years.
Teachers would routinely check these notebooks, and whenever I felt like I was falling behind on the chapters, my genius move was to buy a brand-new notebook. A fresh start, right?
And when teachers inquired about the previous chapters, I told them those notes were in my old, now-filled notebook. It became a bit of a routine for me.
