RANT
I am so anxious and self- doubting right now. I feel like I work so hard and that it’s fruitless and that I’m spinning my wheels and that it will all be to no avail. I have so few resources at my disposal, and It’s incredibly hard to create them from scratch. For example, my school is tiny and rural and nobody’s ever heard of it. If you’ve read my threads you know all the sad details, but also we’ve never ranked in anything or had national recognition or is even well-known for anything. I can’t take the classes I really want to and I can’t do all the activities I want to because of my situation.
I’m worried that everything I work towards is merely a dream and that I’ll never get to taste real satisfaction or happiness, ever. I’m always told that I’m smart and that I have potential and I’ve always been at a higher developmental stage than most of my peers but is it just going to get lost in the exhaust of my dad’s rusty pickup truck? If I never have a chance to hone my skills, what good are they? I’m always depressed and I feel trapped and I know it’s not my fault that I live in Nopsetown, USA and that my school is mediocre, but I feel horrible because I see all these people who are taking Honors Algebra II in 10th grade, and starting non-profits and winning national prizes and teaching themselves calculus from a textbook. Well, I can’t take Honors Algebra II in 10th grade. My school HAS NO HONORS and I didn;t get a chance at the advanced math/science track because my class of 16 people was too small to warrant having separate classes for just ONE PERSON. and no, my GC won;t let me do anything about it. “Oh, you’ll be fine, sweetie. You’ll take pre-calculus! It’ll be fine for your application!” NO, IT WON’T.
I know nothing about entrepreneurship. I obviously can;t compete with someone who started a highly successful business in middle school. I can’t go anywhere or do anything and the few opportunities I do have are so minute they might as well be non-existent. I know colleges look at you in the context of your school, but I’m just so pathetic that it doesn’t matter. I want to do things and have experiences and yes, CCers, I want to start a non-profit health outreach in my community. It makes me cry to see people with such apathy towards good, old-fashioned cavorting in the fields. Yes, I want to join Science Olympiad and win awards. Yes, I want to start a Red Cross Club. I want to do so many things and all I get is the assumption that I’m doing it for college admissions. I read “How To Be a High School Superstar”. I get it. I have interests. I am interesting. I never see anyone else getting flack for doing the same things I am. I have come too far to go back but I feel like I’m stagnant right now. I can’t talk to my teachers because I don’t want them to hate me and I need their recommendations.
My GC HATES me because I walk into her office every day with creases between my eyebrows and some off-the-books question like, oh, I don’t know, “can I take geometry and algebra II together?” Well, I tell you what. I will sit myself down in that class no matter what I am told. This is the USA and I have the right to an education. That’s not outrageous, taking 2 math classes at once, is it? Maybe I’ll just show her all the people who take like three every year. And another thing: I am always, ALWAYS told to get of CC until my junior year. Does the same apply for the kids using this for prep school admissions help? Are they told to get off? No; I am. What did I do wrong? Was it being ambitious just like every other person on this site? Is it simply the fact that wherever I go I can’t make friends? Does that ability transcend fiber-optic cables?
I owe it to myself and my parents and my little sister to get out of here and make something of myself. I feel like I can’t even have that; that the system is rigged against me and nobody wants me to succeed. Are there lots of schools? Yes. Do the offer adequate education? Yes. Are they environments where I can truly shine and make a difference? Will I feel satisfied with my life when I’m a 95-year-old widow who can;t do anything but stare out the filmy window of her nursing home apartment and reminisce about the old Academy days? NO and NO.
Do I really deserve such a measly return after such a long-waged, hard-fought battle? Must the prime of my life be merely a magnification of the depravity of my formidable years?
You know what? I bet all of us feel like this at some point, even the cancer-curing, international olympiad-winning, novel-writing among us. I bet I’d be one of the few to actually say it.