Belkira the Tulip wrote:
Fynlar wrote:
I don't really feel bad for the kids, because honestly, they probably don't give two sh*ts about this situation.
Really? You don't think that a kid would be stressed out to have to start at a new school and make new friends?
Having been that kid, I can tell you, I certainly gave two sh*ts. I gave my parents hell for moving us when I was about to start middle school with all of my friends. The kids I'd grown up with. I hated starting at a new school.
This was part of my problem with Catholic school. I went to one school K-5, and all of the kids I knew from grade school moved on to the same middle school three blocks away. My parents got divorced the end of my 5th grade year, so my dad had end-all be-all decision making suddenly and plopped me into a completely new school, uniformed, my first day of middle school. We were poor and on tuition assistance, as were a few others at the school, but the school wasn't that wealthy, anyway. The church always had more money than the school, and is always begging for money to this day, but I really felt a limit to their resources there. One hallway, 6 teachers for the entire middle school, two classes in each grade - we'd just rotate teachers down the hallway throughout the day. For three years. Narrow-minded fail teachers.
I really felt the hurt of not being able to go to a large, public school. My dad thought he was "sheltering" me. He wasn't. The kids at that Catholic school on my first day of middle school shocked me. They were gruff, crude, and some of them were already sexually active - of course, that shocked me, because no one I had ever known before my age had been sexually active. At 12. Speaking of girls who are perpetual victims...
Oh well. I know that all schools and experiences are different, but I learned the hard stereotype of "Catholic school" kids. Didn't help that 80% of the school's population was Italian-American. (I am I thank god all the time that I didn't inherit my mother's big mouth.)
All that on top of being an awkward nerd, bored with school, and being tormented endlessly for not having name-brand clothing when I could wear what I wanted, made my Catholic school experience fairly miserable. However, I get that I am a unique snowflake. I can't say what's best for anyone else.