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Learning how to pass? Or passing because you've learned?


3.6 my first year And college, I'm already tired of it Not because of the workload But rather the curriculums bullshit But Danielle why complain Your grades seem insane….ly superb Please explain the meaning of your words Well young grasshopper I contemplated one say as the clock ticker-tockered. And I asked myself: What is a poor kid like me doing, paying to receive higher education? If I really wanted to learn then the resources could easily be in my presence And then I thought about dropping out Because all my friends began to doubt, their true potential Because society says "get a degree to be successful" But most degrees are given on a curve. A doctor who failed chemistry yet passed because a 55 becomes a c Isn’t the type of doctor I would want to be performing surgery on me. Finals weighing much of one’s grade Causing stress on the mind that wants to learn A degree is a supplement that only certifies what you've learned But what if what you've learned is nothing at all? So a degree is nothing unless you have the knowledge to back up your certification? Then why study only to pass exam? Why pass exams only to pass a class? Why pass a class when what you learned becomes forgotten? Learning shouldn't be given a grade. In fact it should be free. It's the only way for info to store correctly within the memory. Then maybe a degree Will be worth more than a plaque hanging on your wall above a tv But it’ll only happen if people began to think more analytically About the world they see And the air that breathe Because not everything's black and white and college is only part of my journey that has taken flight. So parts of college, I hate But all of learning, I love And whether I regret staying in it I'm sure as hell not gonna drop out of it Because going through life thinking shudda cudda wudda Isn't on my agenda Life, I'm not yet ready for the next chapter.
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