Hands up, if you too find that often we are subcribed to our teachers' super-impositions everyday. What strikes me is not the validity of their statements but our unquestioning subservience. During class today a teacher said that we were emotionally handicapped, and the bluntness of her claim made it unbearingly arduous to admit to my estrangement from my emotions. Once again my alienation and hostility lay claims on my psychological baggage (that is so much of a stumbling block) that I cannot make the link between the start of this paragraph and how I intended to end it. It is antagonizing and burdensome and this encumbrance is quite the bane in most of my writing in that I fizzle out and can never provide a good enough conclusion to readers. Sorry.
Something noteworthy though, is that I am enjoying parts of school. Albeit the intense final-year workload, lessons are manageable. Clocking 5km at the tracks pumps enough adrenaline to push me through the day and I feel less of a social inadequate. Here is my mighty fine 11A1 who I love
Weekday company
Appropriate selfie to end
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