Personal Essay: Why I Hate School

Today my parents asked me how school went. I wanted to respond with "Horrible, I never want to go back", but it's only one week since I've started the 10th grade. Therefore, I responded with the same "fine" I have been responding with since 7th grade. To be honest, I sometimes make it seem worse than it is. I could actually try to be positive, smile while I walk down the halls, laugh at unamusing jokes, seem like I actually want to be there with everyone else. Instead, I radiate negativity, I always look bored, I express my disliking for people through my continual rude actions and snarky comments. I could try to be happy. But then again, why? It would only be a false sensation of joy. If people are going to like me, I want them to like who I really am, not what they want me to be. I don't know if you have ever felt this way. When you just want to sleep for 100 years, or just not exist. That feeling …show more content…
I adore researching, discovering, critically thinking, studying diverse topics, exposing my thoughts to something different. When I say I hate school, I'm saying that I cannot bare the ignorant and selfish people that walk the halls with me everyday. It means I hate going home, feeling so mentally exhausted that I want to faint, or fall into an internal sleep. I'm emotionally falling apart because of high expectations and physically breaking down because of stress. I hate being treated like a toddler, when the whole purpose of high school is to shape me into a well-rounded competent adult. I hate school means I can no longer stand feeling like a failure everytime I open my eyes to drag myself to what I know as hell. Everyone creates such high expectations for me, and not fulfilling them scares me more than I want to learn and understand new things. I want to write, read, calculate, thrive. EVERYTHING school doesn't allow me to