Why do many students hate school?

  • Put yourself into the shoes of a teenage student.

    Your wrapped up in your warm blanket, sound asleep when all of a sudden you hear:


    You jolt awake and look down, to see your phone on the floor, flashing, with a note from yourself that says “Success is calling. Wake up now!”

    Too bad, so is my bed so you press the stop button.

    A minute later, as if to say “I hate you Briana” another alarm goes off. You strategically set 5 alarms because you know how hard it is for you to stop dreaming about Ryan Gosling on the beach shirtless. (Don’t judge me)

    You press stop again.

    The same thing happens with the remainder of the alarms.

    About 30 minutes later, you hear your mother’s voice: “Bri you’re going to be late to school”

    Bri: Ughhh What Time is it?

    Mom: 6: 50

    Your bus leaves at 7.


    You literally jump into your clothes, gargle some listerine, grab your book bag, and dart out of the house. Halfway to the bus stop, you realize you forgot to bring your P.E. Clothes. You run back into the house, throw some random clothes into your bag, grab your worn out sneakers, and run faster than Usain Bolt to the bus stop. Just as he was about to pull off, the bus driver notices you and stops. You thank him and sit in your seat. You’re two minutes away from the school when you realize:

    I forgot to do my homework.


    You hurry to homeroom, and try to get as much work done as possible. Fortunately, your friend Jimmy gives you all the answers. Jimmy is a life saver.

    “I’m saved” you think.


    “I hope you all studied for the pop quiz today!” Says that old bastard as he places papers on everyone’s desk, grinning ear to ear.

    This day can’t possibly get any worse.


    “Today for homework I need you to write me two 20-page essays in MLA format on blah blah blah”

    The bell rings.

    You pack your things, and are about to walk out the classroom when that same old bastard says:

    “The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do”

    “Well what the hell is the bell for?”

    Did I say that out loud? Oops.



    You sit in your second class.

    “Don’t forget about that test tomorrow! I’ll just test you on a whole bunch of material that I haven’t even covered yet and tell you that you learned it already. Also, it is 50% of your grade. No biggie.”

    You dreadfully walk to your 3rd period class. 2 essays, and you’re gonna be busy cramming for that stupid test. On top of that, you just earned yourself detention. Great job Bri. Being a janitor doesn’t sound all that bad at this point.

    “Who can tell me the first one-thousand numbers of pi?”

    “Hmmm who haven’t I heard from in a while. Briana?”

    “I’m sorry what?”

    “Were you not paying attention?”

    “It’s not that I wasn’t paying attention I just-”

    “If you were paying attention then you’d know what I asked. Just for that, I’m going to be a ruthless bitch and assign you 3 shitloads of homework. Have fun.”

    You sit through the rest of the day, wondering how you’re going to finish all of this work.

    You enter detention, where your every move is being watched by the principle who stares at you all like a bunch of delinquents.

    You go home, defeated.

    “Before I start my homework, I’ll just take a 20-minute nap. Hopefully I’ll be refreshed and ready to take on anything that comes my way!

    Too bad that nap turned into hibernation. You wake up again to your alarm going off. Oops.

    “Dream big they say, shoot for the stars. Yet they lock us away for 12 years and tell us where to sit, when to pee, and what to think.”

    I think it’s safe to say school isn’t the most enjoyable place to be.

    Actually, it’s a living hell.


    Edit: By the way I wrote this on a Sunday and I was kinda pissed that I had to go to school the next day lol.

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