(Note: Blast this simplified blog formatting.)
Make me fall in love with the school again.
The beautiful rush and thrill of learning
The pain and burden on all with early mornings and horrible formats and rules
The additional burden of marginalization.
Make me fall in love again, make it worth it, show me it’s right,
Or Change.
Because the beautiful rush of learning should not come with such a terrible price.
Make me fall in love again
With school
With this school
With learning and growing
Show me it’s worth it to be here
Show me it’s worth it to cry and loose sleep
Tell me again how to practice self care and prioritize
When turning around to tell me each assignment and piece of work
That I must complete.
Tell me how important attendance is
Tell me when everything is due
And tell me to take care of myself
That me is important
but loose credit if you’re out sick for more than a single day
make me fall in love with the thrill of learning
making a connection that was obscured before
make me excited to be in class in the morning
make me excited to hear each new lecture
make it worth the pain it causes to move
make it worth the cost of being present
or change it.
Tell me why it’s okay to be treated
as a number
as inhuman
maybe it’s not me
maybe it doesn’t touch me
and maybe I have no right to speak on it directly.
But I hear the people around me
and I see them even
if I am drowning here
barely keeping a head above water
let alone remembering the love of knowing anew
where is the fellow student weighed down with so much more burden?
Thirty feet below or more, murky depths above,
sunlight a filtered, distorted illusive warmth
they make themselves heard because they have to
listen to them
don’t deny or dodge
I can promise you
there is reason
and you need to trust
make me fall in love with school again
so many reasons not to
so many reasons to break
make me fall in love with the rush of knowledge
don’t taint what I can enjoy with the cries of pain
from so many sources and so many reasons
from others much burdened
from myself in so much pain
make me fall in love with school again.
Show me how it’s worth it and show me how it’s right to be this way
or show me how you’ll change.
Show me how it’s worth it to be treated this way
or change.
Change
because it’s needed
learning is lost in this structural chaos
long before these weeks
an idea at the start
make me fall in love with school again
learning is lost in this structured
lives
living
chaotic and trapped
fighting for the rush of learning to be pure and tainted no longer.
Learning should not need to be worth this suffering
learning should be allowed to be free and new and thrilling, as it first was.
It’s not worth it now
So change.
Change.
Make me remember what it’s like to love learning.
Let us love learning.
Note on “Love school again”
This is quite raw and scrabbled. It was an idea, a line. Make me love school again.
Then it was ideas, scrambled down on the page so they wouldn’t be lost. Placed haphazardly.
But then, when I look back and add on, I can’t find a pattern or a way to clean it up, and make it civilized. I don’t know that I should try anymore.
There is pain here, from experiences of other schools, of this one, of listening to the pain and burden that others have carried and carry to be here.
There is a love of learning, because that in and of itself is beautiful and creative and lovely.
There is protest of the structure that school and learning has been forced into. There is an idea that it shouldn’t be this hard or this painful. It hurts that the people trapped and hurting here aren’t just students, but everyone else in the web, stuck.
It a flawed system, but that system is mistaken for people who carry it on, because otherwise there is no where to start dismantling.
This isn’t a be all end idea or a fully articulated opinion, it isn’t edited much or rearranged and shifted to be something more beautiful or elegant. But I think maybe it shouldn’t be. Because while it isn’t complete truth, it is still truth. It is a piece, and every piece must be encouraged to be present, or we won’t ever get any closer to the complete truth.
(Additionally, the spacing which is always so important to poems or poetic expression are lost on this blog forum. It takes too much time and effort to re create the nuanced spacing and placement I had on my word processor. Minor spacing has been reintroduced, but otherwise each line has been given equal spacing on this medium, which is a little frustrating.)