Pen pressed into hand
Ten to ten, eyes on paper
Wish I were in bed
Bradbury Building, Los Angeles
okay, now I gotta go back to LA
This is a safe space.
I can empathise with what you feel, because I struggled too. But I cannot help but feel a bit angry. Angry, because it seemed like you pushed the blame on the school. My school.
We went to the same one, but your account seems light years away from what I would say about my school. The ones that taught me cared. They were not all effectual, but they did care. The ones that surrounded me, I could trust them to help me whenever I needed. We were all in it together.
You and I faced the same immense sea of brilliance. I struggled too, but I believed I made good. I think it’s about being content and happy with whatever comes your way.
Life for me has gone on beyond those 2 years, and in no way is it any easier. But when I look back, I see a school I chose to be in, invaluable friends I chose to keep close, some invaluable teachers that have taught me so much, some amazing opportunities that came my way because of the school, and invaluable people who pushed me to my limit so that I could do my best for myself and for the school.
I only wish you could have made the best out of your situation since you chose to put yourself there. But sadly, your lowering the public opinion of the school only lowers my opinion of you.