Is it normal i resent my high school days?
So it’s been a little over two years now since I graduated high school, and looking back there’s very little I miss from then. The first like year and a half were ok, not really that much different from previous grades. Second semester of sophomore year and things got worse, but it was mostly in my personal life. First semester of junior year was ok too, although I noticed my teachers making very mean comments about younger students. From the second semester of that year onwards it was awful, just awful.
I could go on and on for hours but I don’t want to bore you all. My main two that I was mad at my teachers for were
1. Like I mentioned earlier, saying mean things about younger students. I get people mature as they get older, but I feel like some things my teachers said REALLY crossed the line, like when I my bio-ethics teacher used “should I push that freshman in the hallway” as an example of an ethical question, and how they used “freshman” like it was some horrible insult. I may need to make a whole separate question about this topic because I feel my school got WAY out of hand with this!
2. They took every opportunity possible to remind us how dangerous driving could be. Whether it be my health teacher constantly showing us results of accident victims, the principal incessantly reminding us it’s dangerous, teachers telling horror stories to their students, and just every other possible way of enforcing a message you can (it was baffling that these same people acting so surprised that kids were scared to drive. Were you not listening to your own fucking propaganda!?)
But my grudges against teachers aside, looking back, I did some REALLY irrational things about all this. I’ve even cried when reminded of the fact one of my friends started driving because I always had the dangers present in my mind. I had bad anxiety issues and really overreacted to things. On an almost daily basis I would have some sort of outrage, saying how much I despised certain people around me.
I’m being 100% honest here when I say: outside of some inspiration for my writing, there is NOTHING good that came out of high school for me. All it gave me was time wasted ranting, and giving me irrational fears and grudges. Any positive influences it had were completely indirect. If I had not gone through it, my life would probably be better right now.
I may expand later, as there’s much more to this, but I just felt like ranting.