Day two is over, meaning that we have all weekend to study for whatever next week is going to be hurling at us in terms of exams. For me, it means that my inevitable procrastination gives me all the more time to write, which may either make your day, make you laugh, or give you the misconstrued notion that you have the latitude to comment on said writing.
For future reference, all comments are appreciated, nasty or otherwise, but I am a bit confused when I get unconstructive criticism from someone I’ve never spoken to before. Like, who even are you? Do you go to this school? Are we even friends on snapchat? Makes me wonder. But thanks for reading, nonetheless.
Anyway, I digress. What I’d like to discuss today is the suffocating obsession with grades at PHS. People seriously need to chill. C’mon guys, don’t you ever wonder why you’re breaking out so much? It’s because you’re always buggin’ out. Relax. Take a break. Learn to knit. Quit checking PowerSchool.
I’m not gonna sit here and feign as though I don’t care about my grades, because that’s just false. But the extent to which they’re overly emphasized at PHS is unhealthy. I came to this conclusion when I recognized a similar trait in everyone who’s ever brought up grades or GPA as a conversation topic to me: they all base a portion of their self worth on how well (or how poorly) they perform in school. Honestly that is just so convoluted it makes me nauseous. But, it isn’t the individual students’ fault.
Yes it’s messed up and no people are not what their grades make them out to be, but one has to wonder where this ideology even stems from. There is so much pressure on the student body to succeed, but from where does that pressure originate? I think it differs. Some people have crazy parents who don’t know when to lay off. Some people have crazy friends who want to make everything a competition, grades included. And some people- most people are just subject to the hypersensitive grade-culture we have at our school.
I use the word culture because everyone is a part of it, and everyone is influenced or affected by it in some way, shape or form. Don’t believe me? Think that you’re perhaps exempt from it? Well let me ask you this, darling reader: has anyone ever asked you what you got on a test or quiz or essay or anything else with a grade attached to it? Anyone ever asked you how many AP’s you’re taking? Ever been asked where you’re applying to college? How many extra curriculars you have? Your GPA? Tell me no, that no one has ever asked you any of these things, and honestly, I won’t believe you.
We have this notion that it’s okay to pry into the academic lives of our peers. That we have some sort of right to know how well everyone else is doing. And for what purpose, other than to utilize that information to form conclusions about the competence and ability of our classmates and ultimately ourselves?
Hate to break it to ya, but you don’t really need to be so inquisitive about the in-school preformence of your peers. Because in all honesty, who gives a damn? Are your college admissions supplemental questions going to ask about how well your lab partner did in your science class? No, probably not. They don’t care about anyone’s performance except for yours. So logically speaking, that’s really all you should concern yourself with as well.
On top of being overly intrusive into the academic lives of our peers, our culture also merits utilizing their school related failures as ammunition against them. Which is crazy. It’s just crazy. The number of times I’ve been told to use the fact that some boy who’s been annoying me didn’t get into a couple of schools as a weapon against him is literally insane. Who does that? Trust me, there are a plethora of better things I can remind this guy about himself to get him to leave me alone, none of which include his academic performances.
It’s no wonder we’re so stressed out. We already get too much homework and have too many commitments. Throw a couple hundred overly competitive kids on top of that and stress becomes inevitable. We act like this is an Ivy or something. Just because it’s called Princton High, doesn’t mean that we need to behave as though everything here is the end of the world. Chill. Out. But also, go study. Because ya know, midterms.
Until next time,