It's from several years ago, but it's something that brings discussion. Especially because the country's education community, disregarding the fact that the country just underwent a month-long (and still ongoing in certain circles AFAIK, ESPECIALLY among teachers) strike wherein everything was ground to a halt (with bad aftereffects such as a decreasing value of the Colón on the horizon) and thus this year's education program has not been explored as well as it should have, is still tossing the children head-first at the tests and they will obviously later on wonder why in the heck young men and women failed so epically, so many underwent nervous breakdowns, so many will do anything to make a future for themselves that will be COMPLETE SHIT rather than face the damn thing(s) ever again.
It has been roughly four or five years that I finally was able to toss the yoke off my shoulders, the weight that came from being unable to pass the Math Standardized Test and get my high school diploma. A weight I carried for thirteen years. A result from being unable to comprehend math the way the government wanted me to comprehend, the specific way with the specific results that they wanted. Thirteen years and about two dozen attempts (at three per year), and having many doors closed to me.
I developed a mental condition. A phobia. There were many times where I had a breakdown and feared that I would fail and I would never be able to get my diploma other than on my death bed (or best case scenario when I was pretty damn old -- getting it when you're a hairsbreadth away from hitting your thirties feels awful as it is). There's days I was at Gary Busey levels of crazy.
If there is a damn good reason why I am so damn defensive about the "Coreline" setting and the stuff I have created for it (ESPECIALLY certain characters) is because it's one of the things I used as a crutch to keep sane. Mostly waste time thinking of stuff while I went through the daily motions, but thinking of having Asuka Langley Sohryu do Supergirl stuff in order to ask Armando for art next time we met sure beat thinking of how not having a diploma made me a waste of oxygen. The fact that I am having somewhat of a block right now is pretty painful.
Thirteen years. It's impossible to measure how glad I am that it's over. And it drives me mad that those jerks don't seem to truly care.