So Pointless

School has been so pointless lately. I feel like everything I’m learning will have absolutely no use later on in my life. I mean, I think I’ll be able to make a living even if I can’t determine the style some stupid narrative essay is written in, or find out the volume of five moles of hydrogen gas, or prove that a triangle with given vertices is isosceles.

And it makes me think, ‘there just has to be more to life than that.’ If I am doomed to an eternity of learning irrelevant things from teachers who don’t care, who won’t remember me next year this time… it’s just not worth it.

I have a theory as to why I’m not doing my homework anymore. In elementary school I did it because it was easy and those gold stars were so damn cool. In junior high I did it because the teachers’ favourite pastime was scaring us about high school. “If you don’t do your homework then you’ll get into the fourteen and thirteen classes in high school! And then you’ll never get into university and your life will be ruined!” In grade ten I did my homework because I my teachers actually cared if I did. I got credit for it through homework checks and what not. It was the same for the first semester of this year.

But now, my teachers don’t bother with homework checks. The way I see that is: homework is optional. Do it if you’re sucking on tests. But see, I’m doing alright on my tests. I don’t feel as though my marks are suffering, and if they are, it’s not to a degree that’s turning anyone’s head.

My chemistry teacher will assign homework, and then give us half an hour the next morning to work on it. Why, then, would I be motivated to do it at home? Getting ahead in that class sure isn’t an issue, since she’ll just pull on the leash and force me to go at the same speed as the kid with ADD and several other learning disabilities. I’m just counting down the days until chemistry is over. I hate it so much.

While math is considerably pointless as well, my math teacher doesn’t treat us like fourth graders like my chemistry teacher does. Math is extremely structured, which I love. I know every day what we’re covering and while the notes, homework, test sequence is monotonous and boring as hell, at least I know exactly what’s expected of me.

English class is just stupid.

And finally, art. My savior, my only good class. It will start getting stressful next week as I try to get all my projects in before the art show.

Thus concludes my school sucks rant. I’ll be more cheerful in following journal entries, hopefully.

(As a side note, I do plan on working very hard at school next year, as it will be my last year of free school and my marks then will help determine which post secondary schools I can attend.)

“Education is very important. School, however, is another matter.”