Late night frustrations
Everyone is different; there’s no denying that. No two people have the same fingerprint, or the exact same likes and dislikes, or the same skill levels on everything, or the same body structure. If I attempted to be a basketball player, that would be silly of me; I don’t nearly meet that height requirement. And that’s something I can’t control because I don’t make my own body. In the same way, I don’t make my own brain. I enjoy writing and I’m fascinated by history, but I can’t make myself good at math for the life of me. And I know people that are the exact opposite - the foreign language I call math is their fascination and somehow, English or history doesn’t make sense to them. Because that’s how their brain is composed. Everyone learns to swim or ride a bike at a different time, I learned when I was 7, but I know people who learned when they were 4, and I know people that still don’t know how, because everyone learns differently. So it bothers me that I’m judged on the fact that I can’t solve an equation with an imaginary number in a reasonable amount of time with minimal confusion, because I’ve tried to make myself over and over again, and it just doesn’t click. The same goes for the people in my English class who ask me a question because they’re confused. And that’s okay, because their brain doesn’t work like that. I’m frustrated with how dumb school is making me feel.