Hey guys! So a couple months ago, i was feeling very stressed and down, and so I decided to write a post about the stresses and struggles of being a student, and how many ask me to give advice.
I suppose I just never got around to posting it, so it was saved as a draft.
I hope this post helps you in any way possible, and remember you can always ask for my advice.
Enjoy! (quite a lengthy post. When did I find the time?)
(not proof-readed. beware.)
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-You know, i'm always getting questions from people on ask.fm who need advice about high school. They struggle with friends, schoolwork, pressure. They are describing the hell that almost everyone has known at some point.
At first i answered them with practical answers, and tried my best to sound like i knew what i was talking about. But being very honest...
I'm there too. I can't give real advice because its not over for me yet. I'm still right there in the middle of it all, shoving my way through with all the strength i can muster.
I was sitting around doing homework today, and suddenly I was inspired to write this post.
Thoughts waved through my head, and the ocean i though eternally deep fell even deeper.
Thinking about the pain and the struggle i've went through makes me hurt so bad.
Thinking about the pain others had to endure and why makes me hurt even worse.
Everyone around me, my peers, they see high school as the most important time of their life. School and education, formalities and rules... that is all we've ever known. We're considered the lucky ones.
Ever since primary school, the concept of classes and staying at an institution for 6 hours a day has always scared the crap out of me. It feels like i am trapped here, with so many more things to see just blocks away.
I used to watched the cars on the other side of the school walls drive by and occasionally i would hear music blast through their windows. Watching them come and go made me feel so much heartache. I wanted them to take me with them. I wanted to see everything there was to see, and i felt like leaving was
escape.
The reason for this is because i've never fit in.
I've tried. Tried so hard to just become part of the amoeba that was my school's community.
I was never outcasted, never hated. Never intentionally hurt, and never ignored.
But it gets lonely. Not being the one who gets to speak.
I've ALWAYS loved making people laugh, and since growing up i've lost the confidence to do that.
But every time a friend laughs at a joke i make, it makes me so unbelievably happy.
It gets lonely. Feeling that way.
Feeling like theres no true backbone for you to lean on.
Thinking of this harboring feeling i've had for so long makes me hurt the absolute most. More than anything. It made me feel like crap, and i felt like if i disappeared all that would happen is the class number would go down.
Thats when i found this blog. I found a way to express who i was and what i believed in without stuttering, or waiting for confirmation. People read if they wanted to and if they didn't i didn't give a crap. I wrote what i felt, and i let it go out there.
Thinking of all these things... i came up with this new process of thought.
I finally believe that now, i have real advice. Words that could really help. Words that would have helped me.
Stop caring what others think.
Stop thinking high school is the beginning and the end.
Stop thinking anything is over. Nothing is ever over.
Start living in the moment. Put yourself before anything else.
Stop criticizing yourself for something you don't control.
What's wrong with the school system is that its grade based. Its literally listed out A B C D F.
But life isn't like that. Not the real world.
Grades do not determine how smart you are, and parents who think it does are sadly mistaken.
Life doesn't follow a grading rubric, and when you realize that, some pressure will lift off your shoulders.
The school teaches us that if we don't conform, we will never succeed. We will fall behind.
You go from A,
to B,
to C,
to D,
and then F. Thats what you would call the end.
This brings me to my next point.
NOTHING IS EVER OVER.
No matter how terrible your day was, and whatever happened, the day is going to keep going.
The hours will pass by regardless of if you passed that test of not.
A rejection letter from a college doesn't have the power to stop time either.
Each minute is precious.
Heres something I came up with: you know how we count down to the new year?
Why not count down to a new day?
Everyday is a fresh start. It could be the beginning to anything you want.
The concept of starting fresh could really lift your spirits.
We celebrate a new year; why is a new day any different?
Start everyday thinking thats the first day of the rest of your life. No matter how cheesy that sounds, i don't care. It makes sense.
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-and that's where I stopped writing. I suppose I never got back to it, but I think all the things I already wrote are substantial to getting my point across.
It's nearing the time when college acceptances and rejection are being sent out.
Seeing the stress of my senior friends and peers is painful for me, because the ongoing pressure they must feel must unbearable.
So, keeping my words in mind, go forward with each day looking at the world with a fresh set of eyes.
Forget about the past. It's not gonna come back for you.
Take each step bravely.
I totally believe in all your abilities to pursue what you have dreamt to do. Or what you may dream of doing someday.
Chase Happiness, Not Success.
Stay bright, my lovely people.
-Krispy ❤
