Friday, October 4, 2013

book of the dear

dear

i'm undeniably upset ever since i was told that my teacher was certain that my friends and i will most probably come back to school the next year because of what i'm doing/what i haven't been doing.

i understand. i'm completely sure i'm one of the worst student he has ever encountered. but there are several things along the conversation that made me mentally absent from class afterwards. i want to tell him very badly of how i personally think that we're all entitled to our own decisions and opinions. probably what i chose, what my friends chose is something he might get baffled upon hearing and he probably thinks that his decisions are what's best but i have come to the point where i don't really want to hear about anything like that because i believe i know what's only right and suitable for me.

maybe my concepts and his philosophy doesn't align but i want to tell him that he really can't force it to what's decided. i don't intend to come back even it means i have to pass through several social degradations because i know that's the only way out and i have no other options. i understand now how it can be so pervasive, because the educators themselves are sometimes so ignorant to keep an open mind.

i don't like this place. everyone's mindset is so obscured just so everyone else come out the same.



anyway i leave you with something to hear. it's pretty witty and adorable but also thought-provoking at the same time for the meaning behind the metaphor it brings.

yours faithfully,