Even when I was on the brink of killing myself, when all I wanted to do was rip my skin apart and die, I never missed an assignment, or failed to sit through a two-hour-long lecture, even when I couldn’t breathe because of panic attacks. I never once missed a training session or a competition even though I could not stop coughing because of pneumonia. Even when I was burning at a high fever, I never even thought about my own health when I was staying up late to type an essay. I didn’t mind driving myself crazy wondering whether or not my essay was good enough, or even think about being happy, as long as my GPA stayed at 4.2.
And this is what is wrong with the education system. They are telling us that for the rest of our lives, they are going to mostly be decided by the grades that we get in the four years of high school. They’re telling us that they’re going to test and evaluate us at something none of us want to learn, and many can’t without difficulty. It’s testing a monkey on how to swim, and when it fails, telling the monkey that it’s never going to be successful.
What’s wrong is that students are now afraid of going to the counselor or talking to an adult because they might mention it to colleges, or job interviews, and everything will be ruined. Instead, we sit here with bleeding wrists, keeping the pain to ourselves, just to have another chance at a life that we don’t even want.