Graduation season hits hard
I went to school at the smallest and poorest school district in the state I live in. At some point in middle school, I began to struggle academically. High school only got worse. The only "help" you'd get with classes is taking the same class again next year if you failed. No tutoring. No support. Nothing. But this prevented me from taking the classes I actually wanted to take: auto mechanics, and welding. I got to take one semester of auto mechanics. The instructor was nearing retirement and was completely checked out. But because I can't interpret Shakespeare or Dickens, I wasn't allowed to keep taking classes on what I actually wanted to do with my life. So I kinda just gave up. After coming back from winter break of my senior year, I was given a letter. At the end of the semester, I would no longer be a student. Due to poor academic performance and low attendance, I was kicked out of school.
I didn't fail high school... my high school failed me.
I *would have* graduated 20 years ago this week. But instead... I went to work. I worked in restaurants and in retail. It was so hard to see and hear about all of my classmates that DID graduate.
It's been so long, but every year during graduation season it just rips open the old wounds. I got my GED. I have a successful career. I've moved on with my life. But it still hurts.