Going to school has always felt like going to WAR. Well, that's before I joined campus(my little heaven on earth).
I grew up knowing that going to school is meant to mould me into a doctor or lawyer. Some great professional with all the right skills to rise through the ranks in the corporate world. The math and all other subjects that gave me headaches trying to master as well as the constant fear of getting whipped if I failed...school sucked. So when Mariah Carey's "We Belong Together" came out, I realised I didn't wanna spend all my life in some office or single building doing the same thing every other day. I wanted to be an artist.
Pursuing a degree and successful white-collar job is viewed in many societies as the only way to dominate the world or atleast survive on the planet. Students are expected to focus on targets set by themselves, their parents, and school teachers. Exams that are set only measure our ability to come up with a single solution to a problem. This rule is drilled into us all over childhood so when we finally graduate, we only have little to no idea on how to stand out and solve an issue in multiple ways.
Entrepreneurship gets introduced in the curriculum after highschool, after mastering convergent reasoning. Seriously. It becomes mandatory to unlearn and practice divergent thinking which is required in creativity. Doesn't anyone else see anything wrong with this? The system is messed up!! It's just so wrong and a great waste of time.
Besides, with the rate at which everything is diversifying and technology is advancing, we can't really be certain how things will be 20 years from now. Where's the sense in arming ourselves with such a limited portion of education like math or chemistry or ecology when creativity is just as important a part of education?
The ones being taught are the ones being prepared for the unknown future so when parents, lecturers and teachers insist on creating these limits, they are actually putting the future of this generation at risk. In 20 years, with a degree and perhaps even a PhD, one may be find oneself stranded simply because of poor creativity and high levels of unemployment.
I totally believe exploiting all our abilities is the best way to experience life as well as prepare for the future. I mean, I admire amazing artists with academic intellect as well as corporate giants with other creative interests and skills too.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Exam Charm.
When it's time, my mind goes into a full panic mode where I either
1. Frantically begin to borrow notes I never bothered to take during the semester, making calls, sorting through all my stuff trying to find my own notes
2.Lay back and say "F*# it" because I tried to understand the course work but totally couldn't.
I never fail to wonder who in the world came up with the idea, though. It was probably meant to be a big joke that professors and lecturers took a little too seriously.
My theory is that it's punishment for my sins. Why else would life force me to torture myself with tonnes of notes and curriculum work while I could be out living and being human, experiencing nature and making children laugh and...?
During the first couple of weeks of the semester, I'm normally at my most optimistic and ambitious even when holiday hangovers are still conc.and try my best to set the study mode in my head.Targets are set, and motivational and inspiring quotes in posters and sticky notes decorate my walls. After the first CAT, I need to get more inspirational quotes.
I studied (read "suffered") for four years for an exam that lasted about three weeks in highschool. And for the past three months, I had to lock myself indoors in the name of disciplning myself to concentrate in revising for an exam that lasted 3 days. Those 3 days dragged on for like ever. I kept going over the exam timetable but that didn't help move time along. Nope.
I bet if exams weren't compulsory, I'd be more willing to test myself. I'd appreciate challenging MYSELF so much more. But the stuff that happens when exams approach, man.....
1. All my notes go missing or
2. I realise I never really had the right syllabus notes or
3. That evil voice in my head that convinced me to miss lectures starts LOLing at me non-stop.
4. Everything that didn't fascinate me all through the semester become so damn interesting; organizing my closet, scrubbing my bedroom floor, texting my ex back after 5weeks, looking for a part-time job...
Bedtime changes to 2am because there's so much to cover. And I push myself to do my very best simply because I've never been good with failure. The exams do their best to make a fool of me too. The papers I worked very hard on tend to have questions meant to ensure I fail by not making sense. And the ones I never really took my time to perfect turn out more managable.
Exams suck.
Thank GOD for holidays. 
1. Frantically begin to borrow notes I never bothered to take during the semester, making calls, sorting through all my stuff trying to find my own notes
2.Lay back and say "F*# it" because I tried to understand the course work but totally couldn't.
I never fail to wonder who in the world came up with the idea, though. It was probably meant to be a big joke that professors and lecturers took a little too seriously.
My theory is that it's punishment for my sins. Why else would life force me to torture myself with tonnes of notes and curriculum work while I could be out living and being human, experiencing nature and making children laugh and...?
During the first couple of weeks of the semester, I'm normally at my most optimistic and ambitious even when holiday hangovers are still conc.and try my best to set the study mode in my head.Targets are set, and motivational and inspiring quotes in posters and sticky notes decorate my walls. After the first CAT, I need to get more inspirational quotes.
I studied (read "suffered") for four years for an exam that lasted about three weeks in highschool. And for the past three months, I had to lock myself indoors in the name of disciplning myself to concentrate in revising for an exam that lasted 3 days. Those 3 days dragged on for like ever. I kept going over the exam timetable but that didn't help move time along. Nope.
I bet if exams weren't compulsory, I'd be more willing to test myself. I'd appreciate challenging MYSELF so much more. But the stuff that happens when exams approach, man.....
1. All my notes go missing or
2. I realise I never really had the right syllabus notes or
3. That evil voice in my head that convinced me to miss lectures starts LOLing at me non-stop.
4. Everything that didn't fascinate me all through the semester become so damn interesting; organizing my closet, scrubbing my bedroom floor, texting my ex back after 5weeks, looking for a part-time job...
Bedtime changes to 2am because there's so much to cover. And I push myself to do my very best simply because I've never been good with failure. The exams do their best to make a fool of me too. The papers I worked very hard on tend to have questions meant to ensure I fail by not making sense. And the ones I never really took my time to perfect turn out more managable.
Exams suck.
Thank GOD for holidays.
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