Every year it feels the same. The teachers suddenly start talking faster, the books start looking bigger and never-ending, and your brain starts saying, “Not again.” Some kids pretend they’re ready, some are quiet but scared, some don’t give it a second thought, and some don’t even want to open a single page until the very last minute. Some are haters; these kids don’t like studying or anything connected to schoolwork.
I get it because, at one point in my life, I also felt like studies were this huge burden sitting on my tiny, tired shoulders. I even used to make the lamest excuses just to skip school. But within days, my parents noticed that my stomach ache always appeared at exactly 7:00 am and magically disappeared around 8:30 am. So that trick didn’t last long. I ran out of excuses and then came a moment when I had no escape left. I had to study and I had to sit in exams, even for the subjects I hated the most.
In those days, I would look at the smart kids in my class who loved studying and wonder… how? Why? What kind of willpower did they have? How could they sit there with their clean notes and coloured markers, smiling blissfully like everything in life was perfect?
But then I’d see a big lot of kids like
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