This classroom is not a classroom, this teacher is not a teacher, these students are not students.
Be optimistic:
What some people would call an ordinary classroom, I call a sanctuary for learning. As I walk through the door, I can just feel the tasty love of intellectual pursuit radiating off of the honors students. We come in day after day feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and ready to learn. When the door closes on our haven of knowledge, I feel safe and secure; we are protected from the nuisances of the outside world. This teacher is no teacher. She is a brilliant instructor, always able to answer our questions and help us when we are in trouble. Serving as a mentor, she is incredibly generous in dedicating her time and effort to helping us succeed. Finally, we are not students. Eager to soak up all the knowledge we are inundated in, we are learning machines; we are the perfect models for the rest of the world. Every day, we participate in enlightening discussions, we accomplish a multiplicity of challenging tasks and we do it all in a mature, sophisticated way.
Be realistic:
I walk into class half asleep and hardly prepared. This classroom is not a classroom, but a dungeon where we are confined and subjected to the worst torture of all, learning. This teacher is definitely not a teacher; she is a strict dictator, relentless in her orders. "Read this! Answer these questions! Sit in your own seats! GET TO WORK!" I can help but to wonder if that cruel tyrant realizes that the majority of her class has yet to reach full consciousness, let alone that they have the mental capability to be studious and productive in class. People refer to our kind as students; but students we are not. Everyone expects us to be interested in whatever class we're in, to be striving for perfection in every assignment we turn in, to be up late studying so we can ace our tests. This is not the case - we're only human. Us teenagers are in reality lazy procrastinators, barely able to finish our homework in the 5 minutes before class starts. Sure, we're honors students... but that only means we're smart enough to get by winging everything that comes at us.
If you take a deeper look into the student population, you will see that I am correct when I say high school students are the worst kind of people. It may seem that everyone is getting along nicely, but appearances may deceive you. We are judgmental. We are cliquey. We are manipulative. High school students can be divided into numerous groups: the popular kids, the nerds, the jocks, the emos, the quiet people, the obnoxious people, the dimwits, the well-rounded gets-along-with-everyones, the mean ones, the innocent and uncorrupted kids, the band geeks, the orch dorks, the annoying people, the ones that talk to much, the slutty girls, the stuck-up ones and the list goes on. Obviously, there is no written-out list of who is in what group. We categorize everyone else in our minds. Sometimes, stereotypes are accurate. However, judging people before even before you know them is no virtue. Just because he's in an honors class does not mean he's a nerd; just because she's in band doesn't mean she doesn't have a social life; just because she's Asian doesn't mean she can't drive. We are living in a society that jumps to conclusions; high school is where it happens the most. Everyone has someone they hate, whether they have a good reason or not; in most cases, it's based solely off of the instajudge. High school students are capable of so many things. We are good liars, able to embellish any story with the illusion of honesty; we are cunning, able to cover up any action with our child-like innocence; we are fake, acting the way we want to be portrayed while concealing our true selves from others.
Be careful, for everything is not what it seems.
Be optimistic:
What some people would call an ordinary classroom, I call a sanctuary for learning. As I walk through the door, I can just feel the tasty love of intellectual pursuit radiating off of the honors students. We come in day after day feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and ready to learn. When the door closes on our haven of knowledge, I feel safe and secure; we are protected from the nuisances of the outside world. This teacher is no teacher. She is a brilliant instructor, always able to answer our questions and help us when we are in trouble. Serving as a mentor, she is incredibly generous in dedicating her time and effort to helping us succeed. Finally, we are not students. Eager to soak up all the knowledge we are inundated in, we are learning machines; we are the perfect models for the rest of the world. Every day, we participate in enlightening discussions, we accomplish a multiplicity of challenging tasks and we do it all in a mature, sophisticated way.
Be realistic:
I walk into class half asleep and hardly prepared. This classroom is not a classroom, but a dungeon where we are confined and subjected to the worst torture of all, learning. This teacher is definitely not a teacher; she is a strict dictator, relentless in her orders. "Read this! Answer these questions! Sit in your own seats! GET TO WORK!" I can help but to wonder if that cruel tyrant realizes that the majority of her class has yet to reach full consciousness, let alone that they have the mental capability to be studious and productive in class. People refer to our kind as students; but students we are not. Everyone expects us to be interested in whatever class we're in, to be striving for perfection in every assignment we turn in, to be up late studying so we can ace our tests. This is not the case - we're only human. Us teenagers are in reality lazy procrastinators, barely able to finish our homework in the 5 minutes before class starts. Sure, we're honors students... but that only means we're smart enough to get by winging everything that comes at us.
If you take a deeper look into the student population, you will see that I am correct when I say high school students are the worst kind of people. It may seem that everyone is getting along nicely, but appearances may deceive you. We are judgmental. We are cliquey. We are manipulative. High school students can be divided into numerous groups: the popular kids, the nerds, the jocks, the emos, the quiet people, the obnoxious people, the dimwits, the well-rounded gets-along-with-everyones, the mean ones, the innocent and uncorrupted kids, the band geeks, the orch dorks, the annoying people, the ones that talk to much, the slutty girls, the stuck-up ones and the list goes on. Obviously, there is no written-out list of who is in what group. We categorize everyone else in our minds. Sometimes, stereotypes are accurate. However, judging people before even before you know them is no virtue. Just because he's in an honors class does not mean he's a nerd; just because she's in band doesn't mean she doesn't have a social life; just because she's Asian doesn't mean she can't drive. We are living in a society that jumps to conclusions; high school is where it happens the most. Everyone has someone they hate, whether they have a good reason or not; in most cases, it's based solely off of the instajudge. High school students are capable of so many things. We are good liars, able to embellish any story with the illusion of honesty; we are cunning, able to cover up any action with our child-like innocence; we are fake, acting the way we want to be portrayed while concealing our true selves from others.
Be careful, for everything is not what it seems.
2 comments:
Your realistic view is brutally honest and true. Everyone is stereotyped and everyone fits in with a certain group. Most people will not let you in their group if you are not already in it. I like the way that you described everything :)
ahh sorry, i just now realized you commented on this! thank you =).
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