you know what’s funny?
being asked to go back to your old high school to give a talk to students about managing high school life. What’s funnier is feeling like you are unwanted the whole time you were at that high school and then only being recognised as anything worthy after producing results contrary to their predispositions. It makes sense that I’m only useful to them in relation to my results, but I think being harassed constantly about my hair by staff may have rightfully rubbed me the wrong way. I’d like to talk to the students there and explain how sexist and horrible their school is, but that’s not the speech they want me to give. Nor would they allow me to give. I’d also feel uncomfortable lying to them about how much effort I put in to ensure results, as well as feeling uncomfortable telling them the truth knowing I may very well be sealing the fate of many students to failure. I couldn’t give them the speech they want to hear even if I tried. I’d probably end up mocking the teachers instead.
