Winter break is coming to its near end (about 10 days left before a new semester starts). I just came back from getting reacquainted with an old friend from high school, I had not seen her since my birthday. We were complaining about how out winter break is going by so fast and we did not use our time off wisely. Note to future post-secondary students, when you're given free time, meaning no exams, no homework, no anything related to school attached, make the best of your damn time off! You're not gonna get many chances to chill, relax, and have fun once you're in school again.
Meeting up with my friend tonight made me think about high school again and made me remember how different it is from university. Not only was it a culture shock with the transition from grade 12 to freshman at a post-secondary institute, but your lifestyle that you were so used to in the past four years will be drastically changed. Your schedules will become unorthodox at first but will in time (shortly) become a norm in your life. The faces you once saw everyday will soon vanish from your daily routine, the hallways that you once loved to roam around in, while trying to stay out of class for as long as possible, will become a maze. Your teachers who would always call out for your name to acknowledge your existence will now be reduced to just teaching the required material for the week and most likely not give a damn about who your are, what you are, or where you're from. The classroom you usually enter will now be a hall filled with hundreds of faces unfamiliar to you. You will find yourself alone most of your free time at first, but you soon meet new people whom you are to connect and communicate with. Life after high school can be very scary, there are no more holding hands in this world, you are responsible for everything that happens to you. Pressure and stress may start to build (actually it will). Hair might be lost and weight will defiantly be gained (just look at me).
I just miss going to class with my group of friends, talking while the teacher is trying to teach. Cracking jokes at and with the teachers as well. Lunch time was time to hang out with your friends, now there is no such thing as "lunch time", you eat your lunch whenever you have time. There was also that bond that teacher built with their students in high school that is evidently non-existent in post-secondary. Teachers would actually care if their students would actually care if a student did not show up to class (like my economics teacher), while professors would not even notice or care (due to the obvious large class sizes, but still you know what I mean). I just miss being a "kid" you know? My brother is in grade 9 now and I hope to god seriously that he has a better time in high school than I did (especially with the trench you call a high school that I went to). The one teacher that I was really cohesive with was my accounting teacher, Mr. Patel. That dude got along with every kid, even the ones with rough edges. How could anybody hate or hold grudges against him? He's the coolest teacher of all time. His class was the only one where i always stayed awake in (mostly because it was a small class and he constantly kept my awake). He also takes his time to get to know his students and ask about them. Real good teacher, I miss him. I should pay him a visit soon.
I'll rant that much for now, I know there more I wanted to say but I just can't generate them into words as of now. PEACE.
Meeting up with my friend tonight made me think about high school again and made me remember how different it is from university. Not only was it a culture shock with the transition from grade 12 to freshman at a post-secondary institute, but your lifestyle that you were so used to in the past four years will be drastically changed. Your schedules will become unorthodox at first but will in time (shortly) become a norm in your life. The faces you once saw everyday will soon vanish from your daily routine, the hallways that you once loved to roam around in, while trying to stay out of class for as long as possible, will become a maze. Your teachers who would always call out for your name to acknowledge your existence will now be reduced to just teaching the required material for the week and most likely not give a damn about who your are, what you are, or where you're from. The classroom you usually enter will now be a hall filled with hundreds of faces unfamiliar to you. You will find yourself alone most of your free time at first, but you soon meet new people whom you are to connect and communicate with. Life after high school can be very scary, there are no more holding hands in this world, you are responsible for everything that happens to you. Pressure and stress may start to build (actually it will). Hair might be lost and weight will defiantly be gained (just look at me).
I just miss going to class with my group of friends, talking while the teacher is trying to teach. Cracking jokes at and with the teachers as well. Lunch time was time to hang out with your friends, now there is no such thing as "lunch time", you eat your lunch whenever you have time. There was also that bond that teacher built with their students in high school that is evidently non-existent in post-secondary. Teachers would actually care if their students would actually care if a student did not show up to class (like my economics teacher), while professors would not even notice or care (due to the obvious large class sizes, but still you know what I mean). I just miss being a "kid" you know? My brother is in grade 9 now and I hope to god seriously that he has a better time in high school than I did (especially with the trench you call a high school that I went to). The one teacher that I was really cohesive with was my accounting teacher, Mr. Patel. That dude got along with every kid, even the ones with rough edges. How could anybody hate or hold grudges against him? He's the coolest teacher of all time. His class was the only one where i always stayed awake in (mostly because it was a small class and he constantly kept my awake). He also takes his time to get to know his students and ask about them. Real good teacher, I miss him. I should pay him a visit soon.
I'll rant that much for now, I know there more I wanted to say but I just can't generate them into words as of now. PEACE.
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