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Isabela Vasquez, Carnegie, 2016
Don’t tell me that there isn’t anything wrong with our education system until you have a sobbing friend in your arms because they got an 89 on a test. Or until you’ve had to comfort someone because they honestly believe that they won’t get anywhere in life if they’re not a member of an honor society.
Don’t tell me there isn’t anything wrong with our education system until you’ve been awake for hours, worrying about an exam you know you’re going to fail even though you have studied for hours or until you have cried throughout an entire exam because you just didn’t know the material.
Don’t tell me there isn’t anything wrong with our education system until you’ve felt anxiety crawl up your throat, suffocating you, while your hands tremble. The idea of going to school is too much, and you would rather stay home and stay in bed because you are scared of disappointing someone. Maybe you’d even get more work done at home.
Don’t tell me there isn’t anything wrong with our education system until you have been terrified of going home because you failed another exam. You know your parents are going to sigh disapprovingly or yell at you for not trying, causing you to go to your room in tears. You stayed up all night cramming fact after fact into your head.
Don’t tell me there isn’t anything wrong with our education system because there is, and the intense pressure from school needs to stop. How many breakdowns do there need to be for people to understand that the school system and its students aren’t perfect?