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| school has me like |
Between the ages of 4 and 15, something happened to me. Yes, I may have grown a little taller, or a little smarter, or even a little less naive, but that's not what I'm referring to. I've lost most of my interest in learning; I mean really learning about the world around me, even if it's not in the class syllabus. What happened to the "Why is the grass green?" or "How do birds fly when we can't?" or "Why do the leaves change color?" questions that my mind used to be riddled with? I've always heard that curiosity killed the cat, but I was never warned that the cat, in fact, was the one to kill curiosity.
Walking down the halls of Troy High, I'm immediately met with complaints from my peers of AP classes that pose no interest to them other than as a GPA booster, with the sight of dark under-eye circles permanently attached to blank (but caffeinated!) faces. I'm tired; we all are. Through our sleep-crusted eyes, academia is only a haze and all we see is what we believe to be the goal: "to pass the course-to get a degree" (97). Somewhere along the way, the pursuit of knowledge became distorted and mistaken for the hunt for a heavily sought-after college acceptance letter. Excitement to go to school turned to indifference and, eventually, dread. I started to feel less and less like I was chasing after my dreams; rather, that I was being chased after. In the game of cat and mouse, I suddenly found myself as preyed upon; I was cornered and afraid.
In a plethora of district-mandated courses to take, it is easy to lose sight of what the point of school really is. Often, as graduation is nearing, a dilemma arises: after being absorbed in getting an "A" for so long, rather than what students are truly passionate in, many are lost when it comes to what direction to take in life. With no clear-cut, black-and-white answer key, finding and picking a career suddenly becomes an impossible task. So perhaps, every once in a while, we should close out of the Schoology app and really learn.








