(Ramblings) Last night I had a bad dream
I haven’t been to school in 5 years, yet here I am.
I wasn’t bad at math, If I had been given it in real life, I bet I could have solved it.
However... My imaginary math teacher wouldn’t let me complete it.
I only had a few minutes to finish minutes to complete 5 questions, 4 easy af, and the last...??? For some reason I had to explain all of my reasoning??? And my process of calculation????
before I even got to DOING the math on the last question, my notebook was pulled away, and I was told I was going to fail. I demanded that I be able to finish it, that it’s clearly not enough time for the entirety that he desired. He just shrugged and said that it’s not his problem.
Maybe this is indicitive of the scar the public school system left on me, maybe it’s my fear of things left uncompleted or failure, who knows. All I know is dream-teaher is a dick and sets his students up for failure. Still, 5 years later, I am having bad dreams about school; I go back to those places in dreams and there’s this dark, twisted undertones. I reel at the thought that anyone could go back to school willingly and cringe when I am told-not asked, not requested, told-eventually someday I will have to as well. Family, friends, coworkers-Random fuckos tell me to go back to school, without even bothering to ask what I want.
I dunno this turned into a rant. Imma stop it here.