I hate that a number tells me how imperfect I am.
That a percent has the power to provide me with thousands of dollars.
I hate that learning and experience are not what's important anymore but rather a number out of a hundred.
I hate it when teachers tell me to not be so concerned with marks, when the world tells me I need to.
I hate that the reality is, in fact, that marks do matter.
I'm not perfect.
I don't want to be.
But the world has an expectation.
And for this season of my life, that expectation has to matter to me. Because that's just the way the system works.
I hate the system.
I think it's stupid.