Home late, gotta write the blog.
It feels almost nothing like homework. Recalling the bitter, ice gut moments of forgotten assignments makes me thankful for this practice and for adulthood more broadly.
What is it about youth and school and agency that makes that venn diagram so damned gut wrenching?
Nobody’s forcing me to write this, and really, nobody was forcing me to write then, or to do math.
I just didn’t know it.
What would I have done then with the near total agency I enjoy now? Would I have just played world of warcraft until my eyes bled and eaten mac and cheese and turned into a slug?
Or would I be writing post # 5,495 instead of just # 95?
%@#! school, is what I’m trying to say.
It feels almost nothing like homework. Recalling the bitter, ice gut moments of forgotten assignments makes me thankful for this practice and for adulthood more broadly.
What is it about youth and school and agency that makes that venn diagram so damned gut wrenching?
Nobody’s forcing me to write this, and really, nobody was forcing me to write then, or to do math.
I just didn’t know it.
What would I have done then with the near total agency I enjoy now? Would I have just played world of warcraft until my eyes bled and eaten mac and cheese and turned into a slug?
Or would I be writing post # 5,495 instead of just # 95?
%@#! school, is what I’m trying to say.