Crows

If school were an animal, it would be a crow.

Casual.

Common.

Popular.

Widespread.

And stupid.

Just dumb.

Yes, I know. School has lots of cool elements. I have done most of my intellectual learning at school, and created skills that I will use for a lifetime. It has a purpose. Like I'm sure Crows do, but sometimes its quite hard to distinguish that purpose.

I've come to the conclusion over the years that Crows are something none of us especially want around, but we have just grown used to the fact that they are, and will continue to be. They appear fairly harmless but have capabilities to pluck out eyes, memorize faces, and destroy their predators. Once you're around them you become fairly uneasy. It's a distraction from things that make you happy. You can't remain fully invested in this fun activity because in the back of your mind you're thinking "that damn Crow...". What's its purpose?! Why don't we question their intent a little more? And why do we assume that everything it does is right, just because that's what it's doing? Nah, it's a bird. Birds do this. Noooo... they shouldn't be allowed to poop on our cars just because other birds have been known to do so. We should question these actions when we know they aren't right. 

Then again, they are birds. And we can't really question them.

That's where the difference lies between School and Crows.

Sure, we still don't especially want it around.

Yes, we are used to the fact that it is, and will continue to be.

Of course, they appear harmless, but can RUIN us.

They do interrupt fun things when we remember we have to attend class or study.

We don't question the system quite enough.

And we assume that just because they have means of authority, everything they do is acceptable.

But...

We could ask them why.

And point out that sometimes their teaching methods are more preaching methods.

Now don't get me wrong - regardless of my teenage rant about wanting to live my life and get out into the world, I do respect some parts of the schooling systems I have attended. One of which my own Father contributes to, in a very respectable manner. But that same Father of mine taught me that questioning things is healthy, and without doing so we will never learn. We need to put this in practice. Look at problems, even solutions, and question them. Not everything is black and white, and 2 + 2. Our job is to find color.

Oh crap...

I just realized why we go to school.