Iām realizing nowāworking in this group projectāthat education is a farce. Iāve never had to ācollaborateā with co-workers like this in my life. School doesnāt prepare you for that. Not really. It teaches compliance. It teaches deadlines. It teaches how to memorize and regurgitate. But the real work? The uncomfortable conversations? The emotional labor? The gut instincts? The grace it takes to work with other flawed humans in real time? Thatās not in the syllabus.
No matter when I finally get my little piece of paper from this university, my values, my instincts, my guidance for othersānone of that will change. Because that didnāt come from the classroom. That came from life. From surviving. From observing. From losing. From rebuilding.
Honestly? Iām just getting Aās for telling my story. Which is kind of beautifulā¦ and kind of sad. Because I had to live that story first. And I wouldnāt wish that education on anyone.