Reading – Morning Mirror

As I stand in front of the mirror, getting ready for another day at school, I can’t help but feel a sense of dread. It’s not the early morning wake-up or the pile of homework waiting for me that bothers me the most. It’s the thought of walking through the hallways of my school, a place that should be a sanctuary of learning but feels more like a battleground.

The chaos in the hallways is suffocating. It’s like a wild jungle where the law of the fittest reigns supreme. Students push and shove, shouting obscenities, with no regard for anyone around them. The noise is deafening, a constant barrage of yelling and laughter that makes it impossible to think. It’s a place where respect and manners are foreign concepts, and the only rule is to survive the madness.

I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel small and insignificant, like I’m just another face in the crowd, struggling to make it through the day. I hate the way it drains my energy and enthusiasm, leaving me exhausted before I even reach my first class. But most of all, I hate the way it’s affecting my education. I seem to be one of the few that actually cares, and I’m made fun of for it. I used to love school. I don’t feel that way anymore. 

My school is known as a “get-away school,” a place where students know they can get away with acting wild because there are no real consequences. It’s a reputation that seems to encourage even more outrageous behavior, as if it’s a badge of honor to be the most disruptive. It’s a cycle of chaos that never ends, and it’s heartbreaking to see how little some of my peers care about their future or anyone else’s.

I have dreams, aspirations to become a doctor who helps children. But how can I achieve that in a place where learning is the last priority? How can I focus on my studies when I’m constantly on edge, waiting for the next outburst or confrontation? It’s clear that the teachers care, but they are just as frustrated as I am. It’s a constant struggle, a battle between my desire to succeed and the reality of my surroundings.

As I look at my reflection, I see a girl who is tired, not just physically, but emotionally. Tired of the noise, the disrespect, and the indifference. I’m tired of feeling like my education is slipping through my fingers, day by chaotic day.

Today, like every day, I will walk into that school with my head held high, trying to shut out the chaos and focus on my goals. It’s not easy, and some days it feels impossible, but I will try my best not to let the chaos win. I just wish I had more people on my side. I wish the students that are so lost in their selfish, aimless worlds, would just stop and look. I wish they would use their powers for good, and make the world better instead of making life so much harder for everyone else.