My (completed) English essay

So here is the product of my years of hating how school is taught. It's called "Work or Play". It made my mom laugh, so I can brag at least of that.

"I learned plenty of interesting information in eighth grade, which my teachers said was a time of preparation for high school. The most vital skill for high school, the teachers seemed to think, was being able to color pictures. Therefore, we wasted no time in preparing for our more difficult high school education. We colored maps in history. We colored picture books in French. We colored drawings of animals and fossils in science. At first, I was skeptical about how this was helping me for high school, especially since I hated this kindergarten-style treatment. However, when I started ninth grade, I realized that the ability to color pictures is actually useful. Even in high school, I find myself being treated like a little kid, and no matter what I do to stop it, nothing seems to work.

"Every week, some of my teachers find new ways to pretend that I am still in the first grade. In some classes, every chapter test must go hand-in-hand with a review game that the whole class must play, divided into the teams of primeval enmity: boys and girls. On days when teachers seem to have nothing left to teach, we play games such as bingo to 'study', with prizes such as candy and colorful key chains. However, I do not complain too much, because it sometimes turns out to be a wonderful class period of nostalgia during which I fondly remember my days of preschool.

"No matter how 'fun' these activities may be, I realize that I must somehow prepare for the rigors of college, which does not ask for colored pictures in lieu of admittance essays. Starting in seventh grade, I took all of the honors classes I could because I thought I could escape coloring pictures and playing bingo. However, that reduced the problem only slightly, since seventh grade honors pre-algebra was a waste of time (even though it was a very 'fun' class). I also thought that high school would be more work and less play, but I was wrong, as my school planner testifies. Not participating in some of these activities is impossible, because my teachers remind me constantly that I must prepare for college and a future career by playing games with the class.

"Is there a solution to the problem that, according to the rest of the student body, does not even exist? I do not believe so. Of course, I could talk to some of my teachers to try to convince them that my classmates and I have let our carefree childhoods go and do not need to wallow in childhood memories in class every day, but this would cause disagreement with the other students. After all, I respect the fact that not all of my peers agree with my viewpoint that, unsurprisingly, we go to school to learn rather than play. The only possible solution to being treated like a six-year-old is simply going with the flow and ignoring the sudden urges to dash out of the classroom and to the nearest playground, which are natural side effects of this sort of education.

"Despite my lack of success at alleviating this problem, I remain optimistic. It could be worse, and there are times when I actually enjoy some of these activities. I feel certain that education will become harder and more serious in college. For now, I can only hope that when I have a college degree, am thirty years old, and am working in an office, my boss will not make me color pictures."

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