Things Fall Apart Reflective Essay

The one thing I will never forgive the education system for doing is heinously murdering my motivation for learning. How they accomplished this? Publicly executing the one thing that had kept me moving throughout my years at school- reading. Of course, there’s always the internet, and while I am a strong supporter of knowledge online, trying to find that knowledge is like trying to find a needle in a haystack- if that haystack were the size of the globe and the needle were the size of a pea. But the knowledge wasn’t what I was upset about. I was already beginning to come undone at the seams with the idea that creative writing would not be continued throughout my school years, but to hear the one thing I loved to do used against me? It was patricide. It was the Cold War and my one ally was actually a communist spy. In this Cold War, there were atomic bombs dropped- right on my English grades. My refusal to read assigned books led to my refusal to complete assignments about said books which led to my complete and utter failure on tests about said books. One of the most prominent figures was in my eighth grade Honors English class, where we had to read The Outsider. It was a simple task if I would have

Time that i thought could be used talking to absolutely no one brought absolutely nothing, or maybe perhaps drawing something that would be scrapped a mere 15 minutes after I had begun to draw it. The problem, however, is that I had promised to keep my grades up and improve. That meant that despite my inner desire to never even pick it up, my obligation to my mother was far stronger. What was weird was my enjoyment with it. I remember overhearing someone say “the ending is wild” or “I never could have expected that that would have happened!” and I knew I had to pick it up and read it to find out. I had a drive, because I wanted to know what the fuss was