Ye when it's a do it or fail, writing stuff really isn't fun anymore my mind just doesn't work the same. Probably a skill issue

It's probably just the lack of a interesting topic, most of us could probably get motivated to research and write about chis chan if we wanted to, since she is just so interesting.

I'm also under the belief that no one will ever write and do projects like that in the real world and any school after kindergarten and elementary school is basically useless, so I have 0 motivation for anything to do with school.

Agreed a lot of school is a huge troll. I remember my teachers always lying and saying that this grade and that grade would be very important, but the only actual important ones are the last 2 years of high school the second last one only if you want to apply really early for uni. I lost all motivation and respect for schooling just before those 2 started.

I am convinced that GCSE English is designed purely to put students off of reading and poetry. I loved reading, but I really disliked English. Having to analyse pieces of literature and poetry that I didn't actually like and coming to forced conclusions that sometimes didn't even make sense was really off-putting, and yet I find that I really enjoy analysing things when it's actually about something I like (who'd have guessed). I ended up doing really well across my GCSEs, but I hated it. And I completely agree about grades - they put so much importance on GCSE grades, and then it turns out that college doesn't really care so long as you're above like, a 4 out of 9, and then those grades become irrelevant after that unless you're trying to get into somewhere like Oxford or Cambridge, and even that's only a slight impact, if any. No employer in their right mind is going to look at GCSE grades when deciding if they're going to hire you, though A-Levels might come into the picture (or are they just telling us that?), and are certainly important when it comes to getting into university/apprenticeship (but also a source of immense stress). I hate that, with A-levels, there are essentially two whole years (more if you include GCSE) culminating in a single set of exams, and if something goes wrong, that's it.

Agreed. Most of the things that I learned in school, especially a lot of math stuff, I don’t even use and I’ve been graduated from high school already.

I at least didn't have to deal with a lot of school bullshit since I did online school starting pretty early into middle school. I can also get my daily quota done in about an hour or 2, so no sitting in a smelly classroom with noisy kids having to pee but not being able to go to the bathroom because most teachers are dicks/bitches.

Lucky you my friend😓 unfortunately bullying consist of most of my school life. Especially six grade.

I luckily never had to deal with bullying, the schools I went to always had decently nice people and I was never in any bad groups. there was once a fight in my classroom, it was between a fat white kid and a big hispanic kid, I just kinda sat there and watched with a few other kids, the white kid got shit stomped while one of the sweetest teachers I've ever had tried to stop it, there was also one when we were having lunch, where the girl that was siting directly to my left got pulled off her chair and into the middle of the cafeteria by her hair by another girl, they basically had to play tug of war while trying to get the girl to let go of the other girls hair, there was also a kid in my class that had his legs crushed, i wasn't there when it happened, and wasn't able to walk for most of the year, nice guy, ahhh... fun chaotic times, kind of sad that i had to leave it since my parents moved.

I never really had to deal with much bullying either (at least in my secondary school, I have basically no memory of before that, though I know that there was some bullying in prior stages of education). I don't know if that was because it didn't really happen in my school or if it was because I generally never responded to any provocations. The closest I think I came was when a group stole my bag during lunch, and I made the mistake of trying to chase after them (I did get it back in the end, but it wasn't fun). Some time later, on a different day, I was sat reading in the library at lunch and the same group of boys came, stole my bag and ran off with it. This time, I just went up to the librarian (a wonderful woman who was lovely if you frequented the library to read, but who no-one wanted to be on the bad side of), informed her of what had happened and sat back down to carry on reading. A few minutes later, or at least before the end of lunch, someone (not in the group who took it), brought my bag back to the library. It never happened again.