Pressure. A simple word with so many affects and so many affected people. Pressure can also come in many different forms. (cont.)
I wrote before about pressure of a kind that is directly linked with that one conspicuous and ever lingering word: sex. However, another form of pressure is the one that comes with the preconceived idea of being the “perfect student” with those straight A grades and the stereotypical “give an apple to the teacher and sit at a desk with two piggy-tails with your arm permanently in the classroom’s studious atmosphere.” I know exactly how the pressure to succeed in your schooling from friends, family and teachers feels. I will write from my own, typical student perspective as well as the empathetic view of others.
Allow me to begin with a little on myself at school. I go to an all girls, Catholic high school and all my friends are great. All the students are mostly great too. At the end of last year I was put into an accelerated mathematics class with all the “99%ers” and I knew for a fact that I was the bottom girl in the class. I thought I would last two weeks in that class room, but it was alright. I find that I don’t test too well so after failing my half-yearly’s I decided to drop to a normal paced class. Now, what I am getting to here is that fact that dropping was not a decision that was to be made with ease. I had a constant pressure from my piers to “be at the top” in an indirect way. I am pretty much known at school for my brains and so I felt under pressure to stay in that class. I felt that due to my pressure to perform I needed to stay at the top no matter if I was failing or not. I felt that if I dropped to a level that I would be more comfortable in that I would no longer be considered “smart” any more.
My parents were fine with my decision, but I do know that many parents of the students that were in the accelerated class would not let their daughters drop. This creates further pressure from the parents. With no racism intended, I realised that it was a specific cultural group’s parents who were most like this.
The worst thing was though, the pressure I place on myself. I place incredibly high standards on my self to perform better than my best in all things and be at the top and when I don’t achieve my goal I truly beat my self up about it.
I feel for those student who are average to below average or those who are not suited for the schooling world and the pressure they receive from teachers. Many students like that try and try and try but if they are not suited for something like school or even certain subjects, then there should be other options. Everyone is different.
Pressure is horrible but apparent in many forms. It’s important to take it lightly and never to heart.
Well wishes.
- Tygrah

Pressure. A simple word with so many affects and so many affected people. Pressure can also come in many different forms. (cont.)

I wrote before about pressure of a kind that is directly linked with that one conspicuous and ever lingering word: sex. However, another form of pressure is the one that comes with the preconceived idea of being the “perfect student” with those straight A grades and the stereotypical “give an apple to the teacher and sit at a desk with two piggy-tails with your arm permanently in the classroom’s studious atmosphere.” I know exactly how the pressure to succeed in your schooling from friends, family and teachers feels. I will write from my own, typical student perspective as well as the empathetic view of others.

Allow me to begin with a little on myself at school. I go to an all girls, Catholic high school and all my friends are great. All the students are mostly great too. At the end of last year I was put into an accelerated mathematics class with all the “99%ers” and I knew for a fact that I was the bottom girl in the class. I thought I would last two weeks in that class room, but it was alright. I find that I don’t test too well so after failing my half-yearly’s I decided to drop to a normal paced class. Now, what I am getting to here is that fact that dropping was not a decision that was to be made with ease. I had a constant pressure from my piers to “be at the top” in an indirect way. I am pretty much known at school for my brains and so I felt under pressure to stay in that class. I felt that due to my pressure to perform I needed to stay at the top no matter if I was failing or not. I felt that if I dropped to a level that I would be more comfortable in that I would no longer be considered “smart” any more.

My parents were fine with my decision, but I do know that many parents of the students that were in the accelerated class would not let their daughters drop. This creates further pressure from the parents. With no racism intended, I realised that it was a specific cultural group’s parents who were most like this.

The worst thing was though, the pressure I place on myself. I place incredibly high standards on my self to perform better than my best in all things and be at the top and when I don’t achieve my goal I truly beat my self up about it.

I feel for those student who are average to below average or those who are not suited for the schooling world and the pressure they receive from teachers. Many students like that try and try and try but if they are not suited for something like school or even certain subjects, then there should be other options. Everyone is different.

Pressure is horrible but apparent in many forms. It’s important to take it lightly and never to heart.

Well wishes.

- Tygrah