The best years of your life! Was School REALLY that great?

So we’ve all heard it; you should value your days at school and college, they are the best years of your life. Everybody who has graduated from school or college has thought this at one point in their life. In hindsight I would agree briefly, then carry on with my day to day life, never dwelling on it too much. But how about we dwell on it for a second! Any time of our lives seem better than it really was in hindsight. I remember coming back from Jamaica thinking “That was the best holiday ever!” because my memory covered up all of the long journeys, the evenings where there was nobody to jam with, and the hours just sitting on the beach bored. Instead it only replays the parts where I was drinking tons with the cool Canadian dudes at the bar, hitting the clubs and meeting hot women. So what I’m saying is this… Was school REALLY as great as we think it was? For those of you who disagree with this post, here’s a random disclaimer…

Now let’s begin…                                        

I remember the classroom, an hour and a half trying my hardest to stay awake in a subject I didn’t care about. To this day I don’t know wtf PSHE stands for, and I did that crap for 3 years. Geography and History was actually a madness. Geography, I don’t remember you once teaching me anything about where cities are located, or the capitals of any countries. For real, I honestly don’t remember being taught any of that stuff. In fact I literally just Googled the GCSE Syllabus just to confirm this, and yep, I was never taught Sustainability, Migration and Urban Environments. History, all I remember was a black board covered in words written in chalk, and Mr Ramey ordering us to copy it into our books for an hour and a half, in silence. I imagine prison is more fun.

Sure, sure, sure! You can argue that work is the same, 8 hours of pointlessness, which I completely agree with… But you’re getting paid. I’m getting paid to input pieces of paper into the computer, print them off, and re-file them. I don’t see how this helps your business, but whatever; you’re paying me to do this, so “It helps your business.” If I didn’t go school from the age of 4, and started working on a farm or some ish earning even £2 an hour, I’ll be making around £12 a day. After 15 years of doing that, subtracting school holidays, I’ve mad around £27k. I would be a teenager, so mummy and daddy are paying bills, food, travel and costs of cloths. That is 100% profit, im getting a deposit on a house at 18 years old, balling. Instead I’m £21k in debt, (University is the key to financial independence).

Finally, we’re forgetting the social aspect of schools. School isn’t like work. Being bullied at work is like, “Dammit, Steve took my stapler off my desk again, this is unacceptable”. Bullying at school is being afraid to walk down corridors, strategically placing yourself next to the nearest teacher at assembly, wandering the playground alone at lunch or worse, hiding from kids that want to rob you or beat you up. Yer… Adults, the working environment is SO tough. I remember walking home from school and being challenged to fights at least twice a week, by boys from other schools. Of course we would always win, our school was the best heh!

To be honest, working sucks, getting no respect from your boss, or putting up with annoying colleagues sometimes can be frustrating. But compare that to school life, working life is a paradise, and this is coming from a kid who didn’t get bullied at school. I guess its not all bad, there were a lot of fun moments, but the majority of the time there was a vibe that screamed “Watch what you do or say, don’t do or say anything out of the ordinary.” For me, that’s difficult, now I’m older, I say what I want and do what I want. Anybody who judges me negatively will never experience the joy I experience in anything I do. That was a lovely way to end a blog if I do say so myself, and always remember…. A splinter to a Giant, is a giant toothpick!