I eat eggs every morning at 8:30am. I used to hate breakfast, but I’ve found that if I put aside some time to get ready in the morning, a routine can and will start to form. My day starts with eggs because without it, my morning would be a mess. I eat my eggs, get changed and then I drive to work. Having a routine in the morning makes me feel like I know exactly what is going to happen—there’s no room for the unknown. And it’s that fact that makes routines such a comfort zone. Continue reading “Routines Are a Comfort Zone.”
Well folks, it’s that time of year again.
With the snap of a finger, suddenly the empty and forgotten building is filled once again with students who, all together, are getting back into the swing of things. It’s incredible how we can leave a place for three months, and the day we come back, start up like we were never gone. You hear people say things like, “Oh man, it seems like just yesterday I was here!”, or “Wow, three months went by?! There’s no way it’s been that long!”
It could be because I am a senior or because today was only a half day, but it really isn’t a big deal that school has started up again. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t complain and protest. Instead I found myself doing what I had done just three months prior; I found myself doing what I have done for 12 years of my life: I got up, got dressed, grabbed my materials, ate breakfast, and was out the door. It was almost involuntary, like my body knew what to do already and I sat back on auto-pilot while going through the motions.
We are habitual human beings…
For the next nine months, I will be doing the exact same thing every day, excluding weekends and holiday breaks. Get up, go to school, come home. Get up, go to school, come home. Get up, go to school, come home. For 12 years that is what I’ve done. All I keep telling myself is, it’s only one more year, Emma. Just one more year. The only problem is, I absolutely hate repetitive and monotonous things–i.e. the exact definition of a school day. I get a few weeks in to my twelve week term and am ready to be done. Once my brain catches up with my body and realizes that it is doing the exact same thing every single day, I mentally shut done, I check out, I throw in the towel.
At some points in my 12 years of state mandated education, I was certain I was going to go insane. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again with the hope that something else will happen. Yikes, when I apply that to what school is to me, maybe I do have a case in Welling vs. School Board. These people are making me go insane!!! Letsbehonest though, school can seem like torture. When the things you learn cannot be applicable to every day life, all I sit there thinking is, who even cares? How the heck can this even help me? You’ve got to be kidding me, another analysis on why the author described the detail of a bush for a page and a half, and you are still trying to convince me that the bush has some deeper meaning?
They’re wasting our time here, folks!
And maybe sometimes I’m a little over-dramatic and maybe in court my case wouldn’t even stand up to a judge. But at the end of the day, what do I still do? I still get up, I still go to school, and I still come home. No matter how much I loath it, I still do it. It goes to show how fast humans form habits, and how easily we stick to them. So yeah, I have one year of high school left, and yeah in a few weeks I’m probably going to be fed up with homework and lectures, but there’s really nothing I can change about that. They’ve already ingrained in my mind for 12 years that I have to go, I doubt I can change that now. So props to the state for brain washing us into 12 years of education (Alright, that one may in fact be a tad over-dramatic…). I’ll still toast and drink to that one!!