When i was 14 i had my first real big assignment in school. We had to write 14 pages about something. We had like 8 weeks or something. My teacher looked specifically at me and said: that’s not one of these things that you can start in seven weeks and think you get by.
I knew what i had to do and i had time to do it. Anyway, i started the friday when i only had 3 more days left, didn’t find the book i was looking for so i did the whole thing on a sunday and got an A. It was there where i first wondered if something is wrong with me or if school is just bullshit.
When i was 14 i had my first real big assignment in school. We had to write 14 pages about something. We had like 8 weeks or something. My teacher looked specifically at me and said: that’s not one of these things that you can start in seven weeks and think you get by.
I knew what i had to do and i had time to do it. Anyway, i started the friday when i only had 3 more days left, didn’t find the book i was looking for so i did the whole thing on a sunday and got an A. It was there where i first wondered if something is wrong with me or if school is just bullshit.
Turns out it’s both!
I often felt bad for the people who really tried. I never read a single book that i made a book report of. And i liked reading.