Dear teacher, Why must my grades warrant my success as an individual of society? Moreover, why must they determine my potential as one who learns, one who absorbs information? These letters on a page, percentages dancing in a depressing tarantella in my head, they do me not good. They do not give me motivation to continue striving, they only smother me like a gentle boulder carved for no reason but for the destruction of self. Why can you not take into account my efforts for success? Why do you refuse to understand that I do not, and cannot at current state, understand the words exiting your mouth; they only expel my thought, not enrich it. I find it hard to explain, and immediately feel the glimmer of despair you yourself must feel as the authoritative figure tasked with twisting and turning my brain into a comprehensible mass, one that can be shared with the masses. I know how it works, and I am not blind to the realities of our society; our worth is mostly determined by that wh...
