letter on indian education system
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An Open Letter To The Indian Education System.
For all the kids who “didn’t make it” and for those who supposedly did
To Whomsoever This May Concern,
I was never a mediocre kid; at least I never let myself become one. I distinctly remember walking into the British barracks converted into classes as a seven year old. I remember that day as if it was yesterday and I remember wondering who the highest scorer was. It strikes me today that this was not a thought a child that age should have.
My parents have always expected me to fulfill my capacity and never coerced me into doing something I didn’t want to — something that I’m grateful for. Throughout my school years, I was almost always academically oriented. I was the child that I have grown up to resent and maybe even pity — the kid that always studied to win, even at an age when all you should be thinking about is what’s in your tiffin box or where the yellow coloured pencil disappeared. Instead, I was focused on acing every test and every project, something that earned me the mocking title of ‘topper’ and no; it didn’t feel like a great thing to be called.
Years later, here I am, in my first year of B.A Journalism and Mass Communications answering my professor why the Indian Education System is flawed and why it made me who I am.
Some facts — My school came under the CBSE (Central Board Of Secondary Education),that is overseen by Human Resource and Development Ministry of India. Now, CBSE is that annoying friend that likes to play games with you that you’d frankly — rather not be playing. It’s like that one annoying drunk uncle at a wedding who wants to dance with you when you don’t really want to, because they mentally made a drunken promise to themselves to show their moves to everyone at the party.
Everything upto the 8th grade seems like a piece of cake compared to what’s to follow. The day you enter Secondary School, you’re bombarded with new knowledge, and suddenly, your days aren’t just about studying for an hour a day and then going out to play or catch up on class gossip on Facebook (Although, let’s be honest, all of us still found time to do that.) Suddenly, your life changed and you had no idea how to deal.
On top of that, you’re set with the task of impressing your teachers in exchange for that A. That A that you absolutely must get because you’re told that everything henceforth in your life will depend on it. Once you crawl to the end of tenth grade, you’re finally excited about letting go of subjects that you hated, and picking up those that you love, those you kind of like and those that you can maybe stand for the next two years.
Finally, last year of school and the exhaustion of studying so hard makes you think “It’s okay if I just pass.”
“Another year.” we tell ourselves, another year and its college. But that one year is the slowest and the most tiring year of all, people who’ve graduated will tell you it’s just this year, keep your head down study hard, don’t come up for air. It’s just this year.
For all the kids who “didn’t make it” and for those who supposedly did
To Whomsoever This May Concern,
I was never a mediocre kid; at least I never let myself become one. I distinctly remember walking into the British barracks converted into classes as a seven year old. I remember that day as if it was yesterday and I remember wondering who the highest scorer was. It strikes me today that this was not a thought a child that age should have.
My parents have always expected me to fulfill my capacity and never coerced me into doing something I didn’t want to — something that I’m grateful for. Throughout my school years, I was almost always academically oriented. I was the child that I have grown up to resent and maybe even pity — the kid that always studied to win, even at an age when all you should be thinking about is what’s in your tiffin box or where the yellow coloured pencil disappeared. Instead, I was focused on acing every test and every project, something that earned me the mocking title of ‘topper’ and no; it didn’t feel like a great thing to be called.
Years later, here I am, in my first year of B.A Journalism and Mass Communications answering my professor why the Indian Education System is flawed and why it made me who I am.
Some facts — My school came under the CBSE (Central Board Of Secondary Education),that is overseen by Human Resource and Development Ministry of India. Now, CBSE is that annoying friend that likes to play games with you that you’d frankly — rather not be playing. It’s like that one annoying drunk uncle at a wedding who wants to dance with you when you don’t really want to, because they mentally made a drunken promise to themselves to show their moves to everyone at the party.
Everything upto the 8th grade seems like a piece of cake compared to what’s to follow. The day you enter Secondary School, you’re bombarded with new knowledge, and suddenly, your days aren’t just about studying for an hour a day and then going out to play or catch up on class gossip on Facebook (Although, let’s be honest, all of us still found time to do that.) Suddenly, your life changed and you had no idea how to deal.
On top of that, you’re set with the task of impressing your teachers in exchange for that A. That A that you absolutely must get because you’re told that everything henceforth in your life will depend on it. Once you crawl to the end of tenth grade, you’re finally excited about letting go of subjects that you hated, and picking up those that you love, those you kind of like and those that you can maybe stand for the next two years.
Finally, last year of school and the exhaustion of studying so hard makes you think “It’s okay if I just pass.”
“Another year.” we tell ourselves, another year and its college. But that one year is the slowest and the most tiring year of all, people who’ve graduated will tell you it’s just this year, keep your head down study hard, don’t come up for air. It’s just this year.
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Je n'ai jamais été un gamin médiocre; Au moins, je ne me suis jamais laissé devenir un. Je me rappelle distinctement marcher dans les casernes britanniques converties en classes comme un sept ans. Je me souviens de ce jour comme si c'était hier et je me souviens avoir demandé qui était le meilleur buteur. Il me semble aujourd'hui que ce n'était pas une idée qu'un enfant de cet âge devrait avoir.
En plus de cela, vous avez pour mission d'impressionner vos professeurs en échange de cela. A. Ce que vous devez absolument obtenir parce qu'on vous dit que tout dépendra désormais de votre vie. Une fois que vous avez ramper jusqu'à la fin de la dixième année, vous êtes enfin excité à l'idée de laisser tomber les sujets que vous détestiez, et de ramasser ceux que vous aimez, ceux que vous aimez et ceux que vous pouvez représenter pour les deux prochaines années.
Enfin, la dernière année d'école et l'épuisement de l'étude si dur vous fait penser "C'est bon si je passe juste.""Une autre année." Nous nous disons, une autre année et son collège. Mais cette année est l'année la plus lente et la plus fatigante de toutes, les gens qui ont obtenu leur diplôme vous diront que c'est juste cette année, gardez votre tête à l'étude, ne venez pas pour l'air. C'est juste cette année.
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