13 Years -- An Article Against the Education System
Updated: Feb 7
13 Years -- An Article Against the Education System
Article Overview by Mr. O. C. Isaac
The article, "13 Years -- An Article Against the Education System," is a powerful critique of traditional schooling. It is deeply personal and authentic, making it relatable to readers who have also struggled with the education system.
Mr. Tomasio unique philosophical depth and distinctive writing style add to the dramatic effect of the piece. The article emphasizes resilience and self-education, challenging conventional notions of formal education and offering an alternative perspective on intellectual growth.
Overall, the article is a bold and unapologetic critique of the education system, infused with passion and individuality.
Sometimes I regret being an outstanding student. I regret that I have always listened in my classes. And I regret being a heavily-disciplined, Rubinshteinic soldier to such, such an incompetent system!!!
It isn't because I don't like learning. No! To this day, I am an autodidact. I always been, always will!
It's because, in retrospect, school studies may have harmed my mental state. To what was later diagnosed as a general anxiety disorder. It made me more disabled than I am now.
Do you think this is rational to do such thing to such a moral student?
I will NEVER forgive them! It is moral to forgive, but I will not be compensated!
13 years. 13 years of shouting. Of repressing my emotions. Of keeping certain thoughts to myself because their expression was not accepted by the teachers. Because these teachers are WEAKLINGS!
Regardless of the subjects I learned and excelled in, the central lesson I learned there, was to shut up while someone else is shouting. Even if 99% of those terrible screams were not directed at me, my autistic consciousness felt like they were penetrating my internal organs. Moving them violently, making me want to give up on being alive.
Their experience on a daily basis was one of the most scarring things in my young life, and one of my most horrible periods in my life.
That's especially true when I struggled daily, not only with others. With myself, too, out of a fear that these screams would be directed at me. Because if they would, I would be likelier, in my former weakness, give up on everything, and depart this mortal realm.
If they would scream at me, then, the time would come when I could no longer suppress the worry in my mind. A time when the subconscious will convey an overloaded state. A burden that will eventually cause me to lose it, traumatizing that school with all of its several hundred students studying there, annually! Yet, I never lost control for I was too calculated to not be weak, as I mentally survived everything there, and trained my secret plans in ruthless, ruthless ascetic walks across entire cities, so I won't be weak against such injustices!
The other students didn't care that much, for they were too weak to resist. They took the frustrated screams of the teachers for granted, despite the fact it made them depressed as well!
That's how it is when the outside sound doesn't play such an extreme role in your life. Not as it did for me, without any desire on my part. I was too sensitive!
And all weaklings are prone to face their own despair early on, without necessarily finding hope in said despair!
No! I refused! I refused! This is why I am alive to this very day!
I am too strong for most people as a result!
Too strong and too aggressive that I can do so many things with my own power, per the Zanetti philosophy.
Yet, I choose to spare this world of my rage. I prefer to be with greater virtue... instead..
And... retain my good heart... regardless...
Sometimes I think the more you're an outstanding and hard-working student, the less willing you are to face the democratic reality of this world. A world that isn't confined to your school's reasoning.
Even during the school period most high school students were usually terrible students at the institution I went to.
At the same time, they were exemplary citizens of democracy, as they allowed themselves to be themselves more often, at the silly risk of getting severely traumatized each time, far, far more than I did.
I, the highly competent soldier of my late master Numi, felt imprisoned, depressed and self-repressed.
Yet despite the anxiety I had, I was also an outstanding student, overcoming them all!
From 6th grade to 12th grade, I received excellency certificates!
In 11th grade I also began studying philosophy in university.
Yet I purposefully failed university because I did utterly despised the small talk during the courses!
I came there to learn! Not to make friends! Not to kill time on nonsense!
Yes, I loved learning, but it wasn't until hindsight that I realized I didn't need an educational institution to help me! Why? Because they were so utterly incompetent, and focused on oppressing me than teaching me!
As a child, I taught myself exemplary English from video and computer games, more than all my English lessons taught me together.
I did written several unpublished books, and hundreds of articles on the website I've set up alone!
Independently I ran a massive, international apprentice organization!
I am a self-taught philosophy master of 17 years, starting learning philosophy mainly by myself from the young age of 10!
Beyond getting a high school diploma, being there was an utter waste of my physical and mental health!
I wouldn't say getting that silly diploma was necessary for an asocial, stubborn man as as myself...
Yes, school helped me with reading or writing, too, but what else? If I had to learn anything, I learned things by myself like a one-man-army would!
And here I am, without a conventional framework either way, ever since 2017...
A full graduation certificate and several philosophical courses at the open university in my hands.
I am considered disabled because I saved people from themselves and DESPISE social interactions.
Living mainly alone with rarely anyone to talk to, handling most of my relationships virtually...
Unsuccessful experience of office-volunteering, where I felt like I was Sisyphus himself..
And a possible chance of not being fit to work conventionally for all of my life.
That's school for me! Isn't it wonderful? ISN'T IT? ISN'T IT LOVELY THAT ALL MY WORK PAID OFF?
Anyways... I'm still trying to figure out whether my exemplary excellence was worth all the effort I put in and all the peace of mind I had sacrificed.
I mean, it really looks like the return I got was.... less than fortunate?
To all those I learned from as a student. I've loved you all for being my teachers. You did what you believed was for the benefit of the students. Well, I guess I loved you, but will never love you again, and will never forgive you for the pain and suffering you caused me.
Even if you did so forcibly, you did your job, and you did it badly, and you got paid for traumatizing me. Go and receive your stupid trophies and NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN.
I would be most grateful if you would never bother me, stupid, stupid teachers who taught they knew what they were doing!
And despite all your contributions, I wonder if I ever needed all of you. I wonder... if could've been a happier, more peaceful person today, if my nation didn't force me to be in school.
Why would my nation care about me? The nation left my grandmother in her cries, leaving ME to save her! I dedicate my empire to her, my true master!
"Education is the path to success," many will argue. The education Numi, my parents, and myself, gave to me, was better than any other teacher had ever given me. Trusting these institutions was unlucky for me, even though my education was compulsory!
My parents, and Master Numi, taught to express my feelings, even if they were unwanted. I was taught politeness and dignity, even above all the virtue of honesty.
That is while this stupid education system taught me to mask my emotions and keep my distress to myself!
I taught myself to learn and explore from the love of knowledge and wisdom. Not out of anticipation and anxiety to get a good grade, but out of love to knowledge! Out of THE LOVE OF WISDOM!
Most importantly, what the education system taught me, was to keep things to myself, and act in secrecy. This in turn, taught me to FEAR, not to BE HAPPY.
Finally, like a PTSD war veteran trying to utilize his mental scars, I wonder if the school has done me more wrong than the other way around, as it should have done. And, well? I am biased to believe that yes. They did a lot more harm than they should've. Nowadays I independently understand the philosophy of mathematics... more than I understand actual math....
Perhaps because of my educators, I have been sentenced to a life of below-average wellbeing, a bit similar to Nietzsche's poor health condition in his time... Education is something to grow from, not to recover from..... Not to take medication because of it... Not to need psychologists because of it...
I feel guilt and shame towards the education system. It's bad. I am glad I will never have to go there.... ever... ever again...
Those in this world who claim to understand me, despite my mysteriousness, are nothing more than distractions for the monster inside. The monster that grew inside me for 13 years of my (currently) life.
The school days will be remembered by many as happy and joyous years. Years of fun, excitement, and pleasure. I just wanted to learn. It's all I wanted to do...
And all what I will want to do...
mask my emotions and keep my distress to myself!
I taught myself to learn and explore from the love of knowledge and wisdom. Not out of anticipation and anxiety to get a good grade, but out of love to knowledge! Out of THE LOVE OF WISDOM!
Most importantly, what the education system taught me, was to keep things to myself, and act in secrecy. This in turn, taught me to FEAR, not to BE HAPPY.
Finally, like a PTSD war veteran trying to utilize his mental scars, I wonder if the school has done me more wrong than the other way around, as it should have done. And, well? I am biased to believe that yes. They did a lot more harm than they should've. Nowadays I independently understand the philosophy of mathematics... more than I understand actual math....
Perhaps because of my educators, I have been sentenced to a life of below-average wellbeing, a bit similar to Nietzsche's poor health condition in his time... Education is something to grow from, not to recover from..... Not to take medication because of it... Not to need psychologists because of it...
I feel guilt and shame towards the education system. It's bad. I am glad I will never have to go there.... ever... ever again...
Those in this world who claim to understand me, despite my mysteriousness, are nothing more than distractions for the monster inside. The monster that grew inside me for 13 years of my (currently) life.
The school days will be remembered by many as happy and joyous years. Years of fun, excitement, and pleasure. I just wanted to learn. It's all I wanted to do...
And all what I will want to do...
mask my emotions and keep my distress to myself!
I taught myself to learn and explore from the love of knowledge and wisdom. Not out of anticipation and anxiety to get a good grade, but out of love to knowledge! Out of THE LOVE OF WISDOM!
Most importantly, what the education system taught me, was to keep things to myself, and act in secrecy. This in turn, taught me to FEAR, not to BE HAPPY.
Finally, like a PTSD war veteran trying to utilize his mental scars, I wonder if the school has done me more wrong than the other way around, as it should have done. And, well? I am biased to believe that yes. They did a lot more harm than they should've. Nowadays I independently understand the philosophy of mathematics... more than I understand actual math....
Perhaps because of my educators, I have been sentenced to a life of below-average wellbeing, a bit similar to Nietzsche's poor health condition in his time... Education is something to grow from, not to recover from..... Not to take medication because of it... Not to need psychologists because of it...
I feel guilt and shame towards the education system. It's bad. I am glad I will never have to go there.... ever... ever again...
Those in this world who claim to understand me, despite my mysteriousness, are nothing more than distractions for the monster inside. The monster that grew inside me for 13 years of my (currently) life.
The school days will be remembered by many as happy and joyous years. Years of fun, excitement, and pleasure. I just wanted to learn. It's all I wanted to do...
And all what I will want to do...
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