Letters To The School Staff

Dear that Art teacher who told me my drawing was incorrect,

I'm not sorry that those thighs aren't the same size or that the nose is slightly wonky,

I was just copying what I see in myself. When you declare to the class that the best picture was the one with the girl with a perfectly symmetrical face, I take offence.

Because you are teaching girls the proportions of their bodies without even realising that you are saying

that for a body to correct it must be perfect and flawless.

Dear that English teacher who told me that my writing was too difficult to read,

I'm not sorry that my creative piece was too 'out there', I just needed to express these voices inside my 

head as something abstract and unreal, because anything real in the world I'm living in isn't really

working out right now. I'm not sorry that my descriptive coursework was too complex, I needed to express a little of my thoughts, and those thoughts aren't logical, they are metaphorical and colloquial and made totally up of vocables, they are screaming out into an abyss of a C grade. I'm not sorry.

Dear that Maths teacher who stuttered when I asked when we would use this later in life,

F**k you. I know that this qualification matters, alright? But when you fail to give me or my classmates an answer as to how this topic has a real life application, I struggle to enjoy or appreciate the time I seem to be wasting by learning your subject. I know for a fact that I will never use what you are teaching me.

Dear Head of Governers,

Can you stop making school a place of regurgitating facts, and make it a place of shouting out your thoughts, 

speaking your mind because it might just quiet the screaming in someone else's head? Could you make it somewhere where I'm not scared to ask for help, not scared of my future, not scared of the 'real world'?

Can you make it somewhere of education and not somewhere of brainwashing?