It’s no secret that I absolutely hated some aspects of my high school education. I have even written letters to former teachers condemning them as terrible examples of educators and stating how I will never forgive them for it either. On one occasion I even had the opportunity to tell them in person just how much of a genius I am today and how their failing me on more than one occasion did nothing to discourage me, but only proved their failure to recognize my superior intellect. I am not saying that all my teachers were hugely inadequate but that many were in fact lacking. In college, I learned just how bad my situation had been, because my school was talked about in Jonathan Kozol’s book: Savage Inequalities. It was nothing short of amazing to have it all in a published book and know that your accusations and rebellious thoughts as a teenager were all vindicated by someone who not only wrote it down but made it available for the world to see. This was my proof of all the crap I put up with in school: the four long years of high school imprisonment. But as good as I felt about being vindicated, I started to feel even angrier about it, because this showed me that people knew exactly what was going on with the Chicago Public School System, and had done nothing about it!
Now today I am a parent, and I still mistrust the school system and its teachers, even though my kids have a better school system. I still associate schools with sanitariums and prisons. When I think of public education I think of brainwashing children. This is the image I get and I can’t help feeling that I am right about this.
Some of my friends tell me that it does not matter cause I have made it and I am better for it. After all I am articulate, intellectual, and damm right knowledgeable. It should not matter. But it does.
Recently I read Paul Graham’s essay: Why Nerds Are Unpopular and it made so much sense. Why I resent teachers and the school system and why I am conflicted between being an intellectual and being a rebellious anarchist.
If life seems awful to kids, it’s neither because hormones are turning you all into monsters (as your parents believe), nor because life actually is awful (as you believe). It’s because the adults, who no longer have any economic use for you, have abandoned you to spend years cooped up together with nothing real to do. Any society of that type is awful to live in. You don’t have to look any further to explain why teenage kids are unhappy.
I certainly now realize why even kids that have more opportunities than I did, are no better off than I was back in high school. The situations are still the same, it may have been that I had it a little worse than some of the kids I see today, but we both entered the same sanatorium, and we all have to get out of it someday.