Formal education has exhausted me. I never thought I’d ever say this, but it has. For you to understand just how strange this is for me, let me put modesty aside and tell you that I am a teacher’s dream. Ever since I pulled up my socks in high school I have done brilliantly. I’ve consistently brought home good marks and delivered quality work. I’ve been responsible and well behaved. I attended class. I’ve been at every awards night. The co-ordinator of my current course has actually, explicity told me that I’m her pet.
However, in my last year of my undergrad, I feel like I’ve reached a point of saturation. That the system has taught me nothing new and everything that I have learnt, has been a result of extra-curricular activities and whatever else I’ve learnt through my friendships, hardships and relationships. I’ve learnt more through tumblr and books. School and college didnt teach me about race and privilege, feminism or misogyny. It didnt teach me about religion and tolerance, it didnt expand my views on science or art, because unfortunately in this world, once you pick a field, you have to stick to that, and I feel that that’s a terribly unfortunate thing.
The thought of dropping out and constructively using my time to create is terribly tempting. I have so many ideas for art, for short films, for initiatives, for photos and documentaries, but instead of planning them out, I’m rephrasing sentences and proof-reading for my editing class. I’m writing articles with limited themes, because that is what is prescribed. When I do have time, I waste it, exhausted with all other demands of life. Journalism is great yes, but there’s so much more to it. And if I ever have to write an exam again, I know it’ll bore me to death. Not because I dont know what to write, but because I’m so tired of this drill.
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