yada
As the last remaining days of our high school careers evaporate before
our eyes I can’t help but notice a common feeling of discarded
animosity and familiar uselessness which has jaded my mind and left
me dry over the past 13 years of my life. After every standardized
test, every redundant worksheet, and every report card I have
received throughout the years, all I have seen in return is a pat on
the back and a quick kick in rear into the dog-eat-dog world which we
have created for our selves.
The educational system, for the most part, has been what many would calla doorway to success. But I still question the definition and
sincerity of this term. So what does it mean to be successful? To my
understanding success, at least in our culture, is not to find
happiness or stability, love or comradeship, but to obtain material
comfort, and social superiority. Being successful means having a white
collared job, living a sleek bourgeois life style, driving your hummer
to work and eating steak and sipping on over priced fine wines every
night.
But what are these things good for? I can’t see the rationality nor
the fulfillment in a life in which one lives from paycheck to
paycheck. What heart truly thrives off the despotism over others?
I am a strong believer in education. I find nothing more
intellectually stimulating than sincere teacher student relationships.
But these relationships have sadly dwindled. Our educational system
has been built not for the individual to learn and grow, but to
implement the individual into a bolt in the machine we call the
economical system.
What has school done for me, or any of us for that matter, besides condition us to the masochistic way of life we have so regrettably trapped ourselves in? Are we to jaded to see what lies beyond the myths of our cultural institutions we have created?
So as I sit in school these last few days I ask whats next? I haven’t
decided what exact route I will take after these next few days are
gone. Some will go off to college and continue their conditioning into
the system in hopes to be one on the top of the social hierarchy.
Others will immediately integrate into it. But it seems this machine
we have built leaves no doors for those who are looking for more. The
American dream has built walls around every nook and cranny of our
lives and trapped us in. And as these last days move by faster the
walls are closing in.
our eyes I can’t help but notice a common feeling of discarded
animosity and familiar uselessness which has jaded my mind and left
me dry over the past 13 years of my life. After every standardized
test, every redundant worksheet, and every report card I have
received throughout the years, all I have seen in return is a pat on
the back and a quick kick in rear into the dog-eat-dog world which we
have created for our selves.
The educational system, for the most part, has been what many would calla doorway to success. But I still question the definition and
sincerity of this term. So what does it mean to be successful? To my
understanding success, at least in our culture, is not to find
happiness or stability, love or comradeship, but to obtain material
comfort, and social superiority. Being successful means having a white
collared job, living a sleek bourgeois life style, driving your hummer
to work and eating steak and sipping on over priced fine wines every
night.
But what are these things good for? I can’t see the rationality nor
the fulfillment in a life in which one lives from paycheck to
paycheck. What heart truly thrives off the despotism over others?
I am a strong believer in education. I find nothing more
intellectually stimulating than sincere teacher student relationships.
But these relationships have sadly dwindled. Our educational system
has been built not for the individual to learn and grow, but to
implement the individual into a bolt in the machine we call the
economical system.
What has school done for me, or any of us for that matter, besides condition us to the masochistic way of life we have so regrettably trapped ourselves in? Are we to jaded to see what lies beyond the myths of our cultural institutions we have created?
So as I sit in school these last few days I ask whats next? I haven’t
decided what exact route I will take after these next few days are
gone. Some will go off to college and continue their conditioning into
the system in hopes to be one on the top of the social hierarchy.
Others will immediately integrate into it. But it seems this machine
we have built leaves no doors for those who are looking for more. The
American dream has built walls around every nook and cranny of our
lives and trapped us in. And as these last days move by faster the
walls are closing in.