School needs to end.



There had to be more to this than what I saw before me. A befuddling math book, detailing all sorts of functions, graphs and shapes that remained unknown to me, no matter how hard I tried. Every time I tried to focus, when I felt I really had the next step of learning in my grasp, that final step towards enlightment and realization, I happened to peer outside.

The snow was falling, gently, but in a vast amount, filling the skies and punctuating the ground with my wishes - my desire to go skiing. With every draw of my pencil I imagined a slash in fluffy pow; with every turn of a page I imagined a new, untouched slope before me; with every new equation I saw a slope only I could challenge to its fullest.

I was a skier at heart.

Yet, I was tuch here in school. My parents paid no heed, they didn't understand. My friends scoffed at my non-year round hobby, laughing on their way to floorball practice. The girls seemed uninterested in me, although I felt stylish in my tall tees and large hoodies, it was like they were looking through me. My teacher gave me the evil eye whenever he could, knowing that I wouldn't pass with merits that he would be able to explain to my folks or the school board.

My thoughts were just, inexplicably, elsewhere.

In the snowy mounds, the deep forest tracks, in the air launched by a booter, in the cry of the steel benetah my edges - I was dreaming of another place. Another dimension where I had no need to stay here, cramming this stuff, useless to me, inside my head.

I stood up, as the teacher shouted at me, and the others threw their books at me, missing me only due to my honed reflexes, and spit at me as I was to become an outcast.

I opened the door, and foolowed my dream.

School needs to end.

I say fuck school.

 
Every year the same thing happens. I procrastinate till now. Start studying and find out I really enjoy the stuff but then I run out of time. Cram for exams and pass with a b- . Then vow to not do it again
 
Took my last math and physics finals ever this week, making the trek back to the mountains this morning to get some afternoon skiing in. Followed, of course, by an entire spring break of shredding. Not sure I could be much happier than I am right now, despite the fact that I will probably be retaking a physics class in the spring.
 
Truth. And the end of school means a real job, real responsibilities, and the end of an idealized sense of reality. It is just too bad most do not have this realization while still in school. Believe it or not, school is probably the easiest you are going to have it for at least the next ten years.
 
people who wear tall tees to school are the definition of being a tool. There is a time and place for them but cmon school?
 
5000 word papers boooyaaahh.

its not a lot of words. it's synthesizing the research into a cohesive structure that kills me.
 
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