My Teenage Life in Egypt

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MuhammAd’s SchoOl LIfe

The Reader

My School Life

My school is a school, the usual kind of school with all of the drama and misunderstandings . . . with all the non-understanding teachers and the blessing of having some who knows how to help. I study a frightening stack of subjects so large that I simply see it as a burden, especially to those people who have so much going in their lives. Because some of the students here work right after school, I honestly think that this is so much for them to endure. I was in a school so much like this one but I have to say: my art was not appreciated, my humanity was vulnerable, and I was expecting to crash anytime. However, I have changed to another school, and what I like about this school is that my paintings are appreciated and I get sincere compliments that I’d have loved to have received back in the day. What I don’t like about my new school is what I don’t like about any other school—the system and the consideration of us as machines. How am I supposed to study 7 subjects, get As, stay awake in class, sleep 8 hours a day, yet get to school at 8 am , and be expected to be fully appreciative of the educational system? Machines work hard, but they break down, and when they do in their human forms, it’s hard to find a compatible grease monkey.

All of the above leads me to conclude that I’m disgruntled with the arthritic education system in Egypt.

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