The main problem I find in the current schooling system is that it’s not mistake friendly in any way. This issue is also closely tied with grades, standardized tests, and the competitive environment in general.
Like, I’m told that “failures are good!” “failures help you grow!” but how can we afford to fail when in reality, a single failure can ruin our future? This is very relevant in extremely academically competitive countries where, for example, a B can ruin our chances.
How can you say that “failures are good” but punish students for it? How can we risk to fail when everything is on the line?
If a student is given 2 options for a project where one is a basic, less fun, but easy and the other is more exciting, fulfilling, but difficult, you bet they will choose the first one. Because even if it’s boring, and less fun, nothing out of their passion or interest, they will choose it because it provides a good security of grades. Easier to get a good grade on. While the other option is more fun, but risky. A bigger chance to get a lower grade, and we can’t risk that.
If this is happening EVERYWHERE, can you imagine how much chances the students are missing out on? But really, who are we to blame?
The overall focus on grades are kind of terrible. I’m not saying that we should remove them completely, but it’s better we should, you know, in a way, “isolate” them. In my class, our grades are announced publicly and the teacher’s reason for that is to “motivate” us but in my perspective, it does makes me feel so much more pressured.
If grades don’t exist, or maybe if we get automatic As for the whole year, what would you do? If we drift the focus from grades and more to learning, it would feel so, so much better. I know many people might say students will be lazy and slack off more, and yes, I can’t deny that, but that’s where the teachers and the overall environment come in. If we push our students to have the right mindset, that learning is prioritized, to co-operate with others, to be a critical thinker- that won’t be a problem.
Now, the thing is, only little students care about learning anymore. Most just want good grades and get a good job, and yes, I am one of them. This is why you see a familiar argument: “why do I have to study (insert biology statement) here if I want to become an artist?” “why do I have to learn about geometry when I want to become a journalist one day?” It’s like as if we’re limiting all these subjects into “Jobs” and careers. And guess what? I don’t blame them.
We are pushed to think that these subjects are for our future, that even if they are useless, we practice discipline, obedience, and work ethic. That’s right too, but what about the other side? the learning side? The main side?
Even if they are “useless”, what’s the harm of learning things? Oh right, grades. We get back to the start again. Grades pretty much measure anything, and most of our academic decisions are based on them. Because we’re limiting these subjects to simply just grades, we don’t actually get to enjoy the beauty of it.
I agree, how are we expected to appreciate the beauty of a school subject when our schedule is jam-packed with daily tests, exams, homework, and the pressure of grades? How are we expected to enjoy the beauty of it when it’s just listening to a teacher, homework, homework, project, test, homework again, last test, and we just move on? just like that? Not to mention to stressing of grades and other classes too, oh boy.
Now let’s just imagine how many brilliant artists, writers, mathematicians, scientists, researchers, musicians we lost just because the narrow-minded system. A lot, I know. It all comes back to grades.
Judging from personal experience (being my perfectionist self), grades make me feel everything is a competition. I see my friends to be more of competitors I have to defeat, that I must not allow to have a higher grade, than as, well, human beings that support me. It’s quite harmful. It pushes me into this, I don’t know- horrible gifted kid burnout. I think that everything is a competition, when in fact, I know for sure learning isn’t. Everyone learns in their own pace.
But as you can see, the curriculum doesn't allow us to do that. And now everything’s kind of a mess.
Yeah, I’m not saying SCHOOL IS USELESS! HORRIBLE! SATAN’S CREATION! It’s extremely flawed. In a perspective of a student, in needs to undergo lots of changes, but I think it will do it. Slowly, but surely. A single student, a single teacher, a single adult won’t be able to change this whole system at once. I just hope in the future, the education system will begin to improve. That’s it for today, peace out
RIGHT SO THAT WAS A LOT??? I GOT CARRIED TOO MUCH, GOOD NIGHT
“ you waited for me? ” / g'raha to kor
shippy memes because i am a hoe // accepting
THE LAUGH SHE GAVE WAS INCREDULOUS. Above them, the crystalline pillars of the Tower stretched heavenward and into the clouds; periwinkle blue and golden accents, reaching forever for the cosmos. She thought she’d never be back here. Not since the Allagan doors shut tight on the outside world – since he had left her for a technological age he had seen with his own eyes. A world, he’d once admitted, she had long-since departed
HOW MANY TIMES HAD SHE PRAYED THE DOOR MIGHT OPEN? A fool’s hope, she knew. She seldom allowed ideocracy in the form of sentimentality but, even as the years wore on ( and she, by extension, changed and matured in turn ), she found herself coming back to that self-same Tower where he was locked away; to sit by those impassable walls and talk to the air in the hopes her voice might pierce the veil of sleep. It never came. All she was left with was that suffocating loneliness that aged bitter in the passage of time.
DEAD. HE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN DEAD. Perhaps it hurt the most that he was not. Maybe it would have been easier if she had forced herself to associate him thus. For hope was too soft a word. She clung to it like a single lifeline in the wake of all the death she’d seen; the vain desire to hold him in spite of the reaper’s blade so she could prove to herself not every struggle was fruitless. It was ever her nature to think of those they had lost in the wake of victory.
BUT THEN HE WAS ALIVE. He was alive, he was alive, he was alive – as angry as she was, at least he was alive. She contented herself to it. It was the mantra repeated in her mind every time she nearly lost him; whether it was the machinations of the Ascians, or even his infuriating desire to right his wrongs no matter the cost. She bit her tongue until it bled and grit her teeth against the words she wanted to say. It wasn’t a good time.
( when would it ever be a good time?
later, always later; you stupid girl. )
CRYSTALLINE PILLARS. Not at all like the flesh and bone she held in her arms. A stone full of memories and a desperate plea – two times she had lost him, she would not allow herself a third. The of suspended sapphire was too fresh in her mind, no less the grief she felt clawing at the stone as he was consumed.
IN THE LAUGHTER THERE WAS GRIEF. Of a part of him, yes; but of the souls she could not save. Of the people she had lost. Of her innocence, of her vulnerabilities and her eye. The water welled in her eye until it blinked free in fat droplets that rolled down her cheek, and she barely seemed to notice them as answered.
❝YES, YOU IDIOT, I WAITED.❞ As if it should be so novel a concept – did he expect anything less? I love you, of course I waited.
THE CORNERS OF HER MOUTH TWISTED INTO A SMILE. She shook her head back and forth. “It’s not my fault you oversleep. Good morning, G’raha Tia.”