Unheard Complaining...

I have written and read this letter many times. I have never sent it, because i know the process that this letter will go through. It'snot worth the paper. But I will post it, because in my opinion it says a lot about education and it represents my feelings vey truthfully, it's not finished though...


Dear Principal (and "***" High School)

I am a proud learner who is in grade 12 this year, yes I am in your school, but I’m not entirely proud of that. I am appalled by *** High School’s performance and overall *(appearance).

In my opinion a school should first and foremost be an institution of learning and academic achievements, not sport and extra-mural activities. Yes a school should have a balanced influence of sport and culture, but that shouldn’t affect the basic education that the students should receive.

I was at your prize giving this year and I must express my disappointment in the whole event. I’m not judging the planners or the certain people that managed to do their part right. I want to complain about the people who miss spelt obvious things (like squash not sqaush etc), the people who messed up the presentation, the people who couldn’t manage to tell the students in the audience to be quiet etc. *** High School had some very important people there that night, as well as at other functions I’ve attended where the “service” was just as awful.

I am ashamed to say that I attended this school and very often I am upset by the standards that you, as a school, are lowering yourselves to. Your teachers do not all qualify to teach the certain subjects that they do, some of them clearly get recognition for things they don’t actually do themselves where other teachers don’t get enough if any attention for the brilliant work they do. I think that is why the school has lost so many valuable teachers recently.

I’m not being ungrateful for the great things we do have at this school, I’m saying that the focus is on the wrong things. The school has great spirit and great culture and history but what matters most in a person’s life is firstly their education and GENERAL knowledge, then what they achieve with that knowledge and the time they spend perfecting their lives. I cannot explain how sad it is to see that the “book smart” people get greater recognition that those who are logical and generally clever. People tell me that that is the way it works in a general public school and that the logical people should be in technical schools. I disagree; every person on this earth has a right to education and more specifically to the same equal education. This should point out that equal recognition is also required.

When it's all over...

It’s not like giving them a hug, saying goodbye and never seeing them again. You don’t even get that last goodbye. They just leave. And that scares me. You never know when it might happen. You never know whether that last quick ‘bye’ will be your last. Considering the fact that I have no absolute experience of this, I can still cry out my eyes for hours. I’m scared of losing the people closest to me, or anyone I know for that matter. But I realise that every morning I wake up might already be too late. You never know when it might be the end of someone’s road, they might decide (wrongfully) or someone else could decide for them, they could resist it or go with it peacefully; whichever way it happens, it’s going to happen. How we respond and react to it will be the only option we have in the entire situation.

~ Inspired by Rails & Ties

Why?

Why do we, as humans, write? Why do we read poetry and listen to music? Why do we sing and dance?

Imagine we didn't... Imagine what life would be without that fine definition of culture and "passion" in our lives...

Overcoming Procrastination | Personal Time Management | Free Time Management Techniques

Overcoming Procrastination | Personal Time Management | Free Time Management Techniques

Endurance... Good or Bad?

As she sat there, trying to control her breathing, so that her body could relax, she let her mind wonder dangerously close to things she knew she should rather not think of.

Having always lived by strong mottos about determination and perseverance like "True love endures..." and "Love never fails" she found it difficult to accept the fact that some things need to fail so that other, better, things could happen...

Her life to this point had been full of dreams of change and plans for the future, and although she knew that one cannot plan so far ahead she found herself at a cross roads which she had never even dreamt of. She had very difficult choices to make and had to tread carefully just incase her future involved the decisions she was about to make...

Finally after wounding herself with all the things she was not able to face just yet she let out a river of tears from her eyes and sang along to the songs that played in her head... she cried and prayed and tried to convince herself it was still a while before she needed to take action... but in her heart she knew that that day was closer than she could ever pretend...

To Contemplate... Or not?

What are we supposed to do when it’s just right?

If it feels right and makes you feel good are we meant to assume that it’s too good to be true or should we savour that feeling knowing that it’s meant to feel that way?

What are we supposed to do when it’s wrong, and you know it? How do you stop it from happening again? What do you do when you realise there is nothing you can do. How do you handle it?

It’s all set… right? I want to go there. I want to do that. But what about what I’m leaving behind? What about the things that I’m neglecting in making these new choices? Will I regret having left this life for the next one?

What about those who influence us and the choices we make? Can we just leave them behind? They are a part of us, what is the point of carrying on without them? Or were they always only meant to be stepping stones?

Well, there are many things in life that will never really be defined, but in the mean time here are some things to consider...

Cry… cry… cry… watch a movie that makes you cry, read books and letters that make you feel sad and lonely… Cry about being sad and lonely. Do something, anything that comes to mind while you’re crying. Be it cleaning your room or dying your hair. Do it. You need it, that’s why you were crying – you needed it.

Fall in love, fall out of love. Make out, fight. Go out, Stay in. Read, listen. Sleep, bath. Cook, eat, clean up. Light candles and sit in the light while thinking. Relax. Bake a cake, or cookies. Put them in a basket, decorate the basket. Leave it in the living room. Every time you see your happiness basket and smile, eat a cookie.

Take my advice, or don’t. Make up your own advice, or not. Think about your favourite colour, number and word. Make a rhyme about it. Repeat it to yourself a few times, and then try to forget about it. Sing your favourite song, or just the most recent one you can remember. Dance to the sounds in your head. Laugh at yourself when you see yourself in the mirror, dancing.

Laugh when you remember someone you love. Cry when you miss them because you remembered them. Think about those not near you, write to them, or speak to them as if they were right there with you.

Take a warm, relaxing bath by candle light. Dress warmly and lie in front of your fireplace, if you don’t have one, lie on your bed with a few candles and just imagine a warm glowing fire.

Whatever you do... be you...

Think of me as I think of you now...