“Now he’s holding me from behind, with both arms wrapped around my waist. My head, tilted to the left—clenched onto his arms. I feel his heart pounding as its pressed against my back. His chin, resting on my right shoulder sends sensational tickles to my ears and tingles my body as he continues to breathe heavily from his nostrils. Swaying our bodies in such a gentile and fragile manner, he threw me on the bed. Crawling his way on top of me, his lips met mine. A quick peck goodnight and an “I’ll see you in the morning” was the most intense feeling I’ve felt in a while. I wanted him now.”
I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion for the things I’m interested in and I hate it for that.