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How was school for you guys? Was it different from now? if you're still in school how was your day!! feel free to put it down here
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It was so good I left two years early to the irritation of my parents. They appreciated it twice over since I had the highest grades in my year. I researched the minimum legal age in my state where I wasn't mandated to go through education and quit as soon as I passed the threshold, got very excited the day of to the point that I hadn't been able to sleep all night and prepared all sorts of logical arguments for my principal the morning I officially dropped out, hoping to hear out his case and see if there was a better answer to this than what I had come up with, he pulled the authority card, I quit without a second thought.How was school for you guys? Was it different from now? if you're still in school how was your day!! feel free to put it down here
10/10 post, your HS seems more like a strawman lmoa. I didn't know things were that bad-HIGH SCHOOL #1-
I went to two different high schools. The first one is probably the most normal school I've been to, albeit it was during the worst time of my life. Also not helped was that my family moved 3,000 miles from California to Maine in order to be closer to my mom's side of the family (not the full story but this was a big part of the reason for it because my father had died recently), only to have them snub her because she had gone to an out-of-state college and left Maine to be with my father after she grew up, and they treated her with an air of "oh , so you think you're better than us for going to Boston University, huh". Then then unceremoniously dumped her elderly parents on her because they had been passed around from family member to family member and nobody wanted to take care of them, and Mom was guilt tripped into doing so even though she really wasn't well equipped to take care of them. This lead to a lot of trickle-down-effects for me, and although it had a huge effect on who I ended up becoming I won't get into it here since that could fill up an essay on its own.
Anyway, school #1 was very normal. I had lots of good teachers and lots of okay teachers, but 3 really stand out in my memory. My Spanish teacher was incredibly nice and he and the entire homeroom continued to send me cards for years after I had left the school. He was Filipino and his wife was deaf, and he always had a ton of interesting stories to tell.
Then there was my history teacher, who is probably part of the reason I even started studying history in the first place. He gave a lecture on day 1 about
Mohammad Mosaddegh that was so fascinating it drove a lot of my further studies into the middle east. I started reading al-jazeera and arabic news stations learning about the Syrian war and my studies in the field continue to this day. I also adored his approach to tests. He just told us exactly what was going to be on the test, and exactly what he was gonna be looking for in the essay questions, and had a review day in class where he went over it with everyone. It was excellent and I feel like the stuff I learned in that class stayed with me in a way a lot of other things I studied from that time didn't. One last side note, a fun memory I have with him is a paper on hyperinflation of the continental in the early united states, he gave it an A+ and said to my mom during parent-teacher conferences that it was the best paper for his class he'd ever seen and that it was equivalent to the paper a 3rd-year university student might write.
Finally there was my english teacher, who was one of those teachers. You know the ones, those english teachers who obsess over every little irrelevant passage of a book or play and make you write unbelievably pretentious shit about what it all means and how it made you feel. She also spent like 8 weeks of the course on a book called Cold Mountain, which even to this day I think it's one of the worst books I've ever read. My mom didn't like her either because she was a third-wave feminist and gave out assignments which instructed us to describe how Cold Mountain empowers women.
-HIGH SCHOOL #2-
So eventually my mom was able to pass off her parents to someone better equipped to take care of them and we moved house and schools again. This time we went to a private school in Portland (ME). It seemed like a really good school, well-received, gave lots of help to students, friendly, etc. And it was all of those things. But it left out that they were a also a cultish group of FUCKING INSANE zealots. You thought the creationist school was crazy? Holy shit this school was fucking mental.
The first time I started to notice that something was off was during a class discussion in a literature class I had. The professor said "There's no such thing as race, it's a social construct, race doesn't exist." I was baffled at this, and responded something to the effect of "Yes there is, scientists can tell what race someone is just by digging up their skull out of the ground". The professor scoffed at me as said, and I quote "Are you implying that I don't know science?". It got worse from there.
This school was super super super far-left social justice. They denied that different races existed. They denied that sex or gender existed. They insisted that all white people had inherent privilege to them and that they had a responsibility to understand, accept, and act upon their privilege in order to make amends for the crimes of their ancestors. They had an entire fucking hierarchy of most privileged peoples to least privileged peoples, with thin straight white men being at the top, "most privileged", and fat gay black transsexuals (and jews) being somewhere near the bottom, which existed as a physical chart hung up in one of the hallways.
The school did not like me and I really didn't fit in. They had a ton of unwritten rules that I couldn't have followed for the life of me. One time I wore a US Navy sweatshirt to school that my Granddad had gotten for me, and the school called my mom to ask if we had a gun in the house because they were afraid it was a sign I was gonna shoot the place up. Another time my mom was talking to one of the faculty, and she mentioned that she grew up in Northern Maine. That bitch of a faculty member actually grimaced and said, "Oh, that explains a lot". (Northern Maine is known for being much more conservative than the rest of the state)
I got sent to the vice-principals office nearly every single day for saying something racist or offensive, most of which was for stuff that anyone normal would not consider to be so in the slightest. I couldn't even just shut up either, because in some classes participation in group discussion was mandatory. The vice principal used the time to try and convert me to the school's beliefs, and we held long, in-depths debates about philosophy, politics, and ethics. I think he liked me because I could argue really well and talk on his level even though he was much older, but his main motive was to win me over.
Eventually the school got used to me and even some of the kids appreciated me because in class discussions it always ended up being the entire class against me on any given topic, and I could argue well enough to actually hold my own. So they liked that because without me the entire conversation would have just been a circlejerk, and here they actually had someone to go up against.
There was this one jewish girl though who absolutely fuckin' hated my guts. She always made a point of staying as far away from me as possible and shot me nasty glances every so often. The angriest I ever saw her get was during one class discussion about Palestine and media coverage of it from different sources. I remember the New York Times got brought up and I said something like "Well, maybe the New York Times is more sympathetic towards Israel than some other sources because the CEO is jewish", and she absolutely lost her mind. She was almost yelling at me, speaking in a crazed tone of voice about how I was slandering her entire people and how not all jews are pro-israel. I decided not to push the topic but she seemed to hate me even more after that.
I'll never forget the day Trump won. I had been very confident about his victory because I had been following the election very closely, and I had seen everything he had done right, and everything Clinton had done wrong. Trump was hitting all the rust belt states and focusing and his most appealing messages to that demographic, while Clinton was wasting time screwing around in Texas and giving ridiculous speeches about the "alt-right". Most people at the school either laughed at me or rolled their eyes, and the faculty even called my mom and said they were concerned I might commit suicide or harm myself after Trump lost. Then he won of course, and the school sent out a mass e-mail saying that anyone who wanted to take a day to "process" the news didn't have to come to class tomorrow and they wouldn't be marked absent. My mom kept me home on purpose because she was afraid I would gloat. I didn't, but I still remember the sunken, confused, despairing faces from everyone in the school after my day off. It was glorious. Shame he ended up not fulfilling any of his campaign promises though.
This school was 99% white, by the way.
So that's my school story, just one blend of mental asylum after another. College was kind of a different beast for me so I won't go over it here. Kudos to you if you actually read through this monster of a post and I hope you found it something worth the time spent.
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