User blog comment:Holly Bailey/Thing I Hated About School/@comment-4849011-20170603183040

This blog gives me a chance to vent about something that's bugged me for years. When I went to high school, we were allowed three minutes between periods. If we didn't get to class in three minutes, and didn't have a note, we'd get detention. My high school had hundreds of students on a campus with three buildings (There was a fourth building, but it was an administrative building and didn't have classes). You had to hustle to get from one building to another, and if you had to go from a classroom on the third floor of the west building to one on the second floor of the east building (like I did one quarter), you really had to hustle. At school board meetings parents would say, "Three minutes isn't enough time," and the higher-ups would dismiss this by claiming, "We timed ourselves walking the halls; it's enough time." My parents, who were both retired teachers and thus understood school bureaucracy, told me that the people making those claims had timed themselves walking through empty halls. They didn't have to deal with the crowded factor or the bullying factor like the actual students did. One time, while I was going to class, I stepped onto the breezeway connecting the central building and the east building. A girl behind me angrily stepped up, forced me off the breezeway, and called me every name in the book, claiming that I had tried to run her over. [Can someone explain how you can "run over" someone who's behind you when you're going forward?] Her friend gave me a look of alarm and confusion, as if she were wondering what I possibly did to elicit that response from her. Another time, I was trying to get to class when a girl in front of me stopped and stuck her rear out. Yep. She stopped and stuck her rear out. She was proud of herself too. What. The. Blazes. I just brushed past her and kept going. What did she think would happen? If she kept on doing that then she probably got injured because acting like that is an invitation for some irate student to yell at you and shove you aside.

Yeah, there are pros and cons about school. For instance, I enjoyed doing projects with my friends, but hated doing homework. I wonder about someone of the people I went to school with because there were some cool people and there were some jerks. There were students who got angry whenever teachers expected them to do work. What did they think college was going to be like? Did they think they'd sit around all day being fed cookies by the professors and would never have to do anything? If so, then they were in for a shock. [Keep in mind I graduated in 2001]