Epiphany, again
May. 2nd, 2007 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dampscribblerI've long been bitter bitter bitter about the education I received (and, more critically, did not receive) from my public schools and my university. I realize that this bitterness is my problem, not anyone else's, though despite that understanding I still look for somewhere else to lay blame (for my shitty education, not my bitterness). I'm weak that way. Just a moment ago, though, I came to a realization that explains a lot about the education I got.
My parents had entirely different goals for my education than I did. The public schools, and my state university, had entirely different goals for my education than I did. I never clearly stated my goals to anyone but myself, and I only did that at the beginning of my high school career. When forced to change schools (and districts, city, and state) mid-stream, when my new school didn't even offer the things I'd been reaching for in my previous school, I gave up, created a non-academic goal (i.e. I wanted some friends) and just floated along through the rest for the next several years.
My parents had entirely different goals for my education than I did. The public schools, and my state university, had entirely different goals for my education than I did. I never clearly stated my goals to anyone but myself, and I only did that at the beginning of my high school career. When forced to change schools (and districts, city, and state) mid-stream, when my new school didn't even offer the things I'd been reaching for in my previous school, I gave up, created a non-academic goal (i.e. I wanted some friends) and just floated along through the rest for the next several years.
