I really hated school
There are people who float through school and love it. Then there are those who hate it. Like me.
Sweaty hands, heart palpitations and that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. These are the exact symptoms I experience when I think about starting school again. And I’m not being dramatic.
I see little school kids in their uniforms
and with their gigantic suitcases on their backs and I feel quite sorry for them and grateful that it’s not me!
Now don’t get me wrong, education on the whole is not what I hated. I love to learn and school is the one place where over-achieving is encouraged and welcomed. I’m also not saying that children shouldn’t go to school! That would just be tragic.
What I am saying is that I, personally, hated school. I hated getting up in the morning, putting on my stiff white shirt, chunky black shoes and having to spend almost an entire day sitting and listening to a teacher drone on (and boy, could some teachers really drone!).
The strangest thing is that I had no real reason to hate school. I was never bullied
, teased or shunned. In fact, teachers loved me, I was friends with everyone and I did well in my academics. I just never enjoyed the whole experience.
I’ve often wondered what it would be like if I found myself in my Grade 1
body but with all the knowledge and experience I have right now. (Too many sci-fi movies, I know). This exact thought is what makes me want curl into a ball and cry a little. Scary huh?
Perhaps I’m just strange? I’ve heard of the odd phenomenon where people actually enjoyed school, from beginning to end. I don’t understand how, but apparently it happens.
Where you one of those strange people? Or did you hate school too?