A New September 🍁

😄 Good morning everybody here on Hive!☀️

(in love with this colour combination)

🍂 How was your September?

For me it was the strangest and the best September I've ever live.
Let me tell you why, while I decide that this would be a personal blog, in which I can tell you about all my adventures, or something alse.

So, you might think ''why September and not any other month?'' and I, as an ex student, would answer you ''this is finally the first September I begun to live my life'': no more need to start another year of school, no more old and stubborn professors to ruin my days... no wasted time.

Did you feel the same way when you finished school?
''My first September of life.''
Isn't it?

My feeling is clearly the consequence of thirteen years of negation of freedom or adaptation to society,
the exact same thing,
so,
waking up without that oppressing fear
it's magical.

In most schools, the thread that divides development from adaptation is that thin you can't see it.

We are accustomed to believe school is necessary to grow up in the best way, lying to ourselves for year, but then realizing we've done nothing really important for us: we need to continue with a university or integrate ourself into the workplace. Therefore, thirty years used to know ourself and became someone, ended up in thirty years of illusions made up by the system to make you become its slave and work for it your entire life.

Society best illusion is definitely school, from my point of view.

Well, I'm glad someone's feeling like they fit in somewhere after finishing school.
It's good.
That's your imagination,
don't lose it,
stay focused on your dream,
it would help your brain anyway.

But now, tell me, why a student has to be evaluated?
Who are those people who retain the right to judge him, even with their thousand pieces of paper?
Why can somebody judge him anyway?

I'm telling you now:
no one in the hole world.
Only you can do that.

Induce guys to believe in professors judgements neutralize their opinions, their dreams, their unique mindset because of grades.

Grades are so disappointing.

It doesn't metter if they are good or bad, the single fact that you have to attend an outside opinion to feel good about yourself and whatever you do, is extremelly counterproductive to your personal growth.

When your grades are always good, you tend to overestimate yourself, but, at the same time, fearing a bad grade, so, in case you receive one, you would feel so sad about it, even if it's just a number;
on the other side, if you receive only bad grades, you would probably feel like you are the loser of losers, and you would convince yourself of it year after year, trusting those numbers.

I was in a liceo (high school) in which judgement, anxiety, nervousness and fear were palpably in the air as a result of this bad organization. You see it in children's faces and it is so sad that from fourteen they are fully absorbed by all this bad feelings. They have to be evaluated day by day, something that in your life it is unnecessary.

Anyone has their value. It doesn't metter how many people see this or not in you. Anyones opinion will be never important enough compared to yours.

Schools are becoming more and more depressing this way.
That's the reality.
Actually, the worse is not that.
The worse is probably that nobody see in it a problem.

For me, instead, is frustrating.

What do you think about it?
How meaningful did you believe school was in your life?

A warm greeting to everybody,
Valentina.❤️