I've always been a nerd, so when I slack off, I do not do so with learning.
Besides, I love my school, and though I don't miss school as such, since I'm now pursuing a huge passion of mine (medicine) full time at uni, I do miss my teachers and classmates. When I think of it, I still struggle to grasp the idea that it's over.
After all, my life for 12 years was defined by the identity of a pupil.
I'd be the first to rave about the importance of a broad and diverse education and to roll my eyes at all those whose whine about aLl tHe uSeLesS stUfF wE hAve tO sTudY thEre. But sometimes, all that stuff is... not useless but way more than is necessary or even effective.
The problem with school is that it's not just a nine to five job, and it threatens to takes away more than your childhood.
Sometimes school threatens to take away your health and your sanity.
That's what The Nightmare Week, a poem I wrote in the 11th grade, is about.
You can read it (and the story behind it) on Vocal.