8 weeks, 1344 hours, 80640 minutes, 4,838,400 seconds. That is how long our teachers were on strike. So... what did I learn over the period of the strike? I'm not talking about my education. I'm talking about life lessons. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect something as drastic as a teacher strike.
Sitting back and watching the chaos that ensued was crazy. One minute we are a regular high school, and the next minute the whole community is divided. I realized just how quickly people are to take sides. People are quick to become extremely opinionated. It's hard seeing students at each other's throats. The constant arguing was sickening. It's so hard to have an opinion when the whole world thinks you're wrong and will do anything to prove to you that you're wrong. Needless to say I tried to keep my opinions to myself over social media. One misconstrued tweet would be like tying my own noose.
Another thing I learned. We as students do not have that big of a voice. Sure, we can have our student rallies and get all Ra Ra Ra. But at the end of the day it really was out of our hands. It's hard to say it. Kudos to the students who fought on behalf of the students. It was valiant. Fighting on the front lines with not that much support must have been hard. It's so hard to rally the students together to fight for a common cause.
Let's get this straight too... The media isn't accurate. (Obviously). Yeah, the first day was a bit chaotic. Was there a massive rave in every class room? No. It's high school. Kids are stupid and they do stupid things. But most of the time they don't quite represent the majority.
Lastly..... it really is all about the money. In the words of my Dad, "Money is the oxygen in the room." Everything really is all about money. It makes the world go round. Money is motivation. Money is power. What a shame....
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