Microblog Memes

Half of what public school teaches is just tax-funded brainwashing programs

(Private religious schools are 100% pure brainwashing)

I don’t understand how going to bed early is a problem.

My high school started at 0800hrs. I had to be up by 0630hrs to catch the bus at 0715hrs, and it was a 15-minute walk to get to it. I went to bed some time between 2130hrs and 2230hrs almost every night like clockwork.

Did I get 10hrs of sleep? No. But the ≈8hrs I did get was enough to ensure I was awake and coherent in the morning.

If kids are tired in the morning, what’s stopping them from going to bed earlier? I was never forced to do so. I just did, because I was getting tired shortly after 2100hrs. I listened to my body.

If they woke up at 6am and caught the bus at 6:40, how is 40 minutes not enough time to get ready?

You are supposed to go to sleep early. Then you will get your 8 hours of sleep. For some time I had to wake up as early as 4:30. As I had to drive my car to get to work, staying up late was just unthinkable to me.

Unpopular opinion, even if people didn’t wake up at 6:30 people would still be complaining [insert time here] is to early

I understand that studies have been done and show that early start times hurt some student performance. I'm not contesting that is true for many, but it didn't seem to affect me or my friends.

We all played sports so we had 6:15 start times for morning practice or workouts. I lived about 3 miles from my high school (and even further from my middle school, which also had morning workouts), and was responsible for getting myself there. I rode my bike, or skated, with my sports equipment 4 or 5 days a week.

Class from 8 to 3:30, then afternoon practice or competitions until about 6:15. This required me to make and bring two meals to school. I was rarely home before 7:15, so that's a 13 hour day at school Mon-Fri, then homework. On weekends I played club sports and found time to socialize. Thankfully I didn't have to work during the school year until I found a internship at the end of my senior year.

I had all AP or honors classes, so academics weren't exactly easy, but I got good grades, as did my friend group.

Was it easy? No. Did I have fun and enjoy my time? Hell yeah. My days were full, we didn't have time for video games, and social media didn't exist.

I'm lucky that I had supportive parents and a stable home life. They paid the bills and made sure there was food in the fridge, but I was expected to do everything else on my own.

I'm certain that experience made me who I am today, mostly responsible, productive, and confident I can handle whatever this crazy world comes up with. Stuff doesn't always go my way, but I'm prepared mentally and emotionally to deal with it.