Blogs by Hoorix

Dear Kid-who-reminded-the-teacher-of-the-homework, I am writing this letter on behalf of the world-wide student community, to express my heart-felt hatred towards you, and your reminders. If I had a rupee for every time you reminded the teacher about homework, I'd have enough to buy myself a peaceful life. One without you . I hope this letter finds you at the best of your health (I hope not, actually). Despite my utmost respect for you, and your dedication towards learning, I felt it was necessary to bring to your attention the slight (actually, HUGE) issue caused by your unwavering support for the teachers’ lack of memory.  I deeply sympathize with your unhelpful condition, which causes you to commit these horrendous crimes. I suspect you might not have a life at home, which is unarguably the mere cause of your desire to pile more school work, on top of the mountain of assignments that already eagerly awaits for your arrival.  If you are the victim of any family issues, conta...

Summer vacations are like a nice, cool drink after working long hours in the fields, under the scorching, blazing sun. They are our REWARD after months of cramming (useless) knowledge. But I’m talking about the plans we innocently and whole-heartedly form even before the summer begins, those are big, fat scams. This blog is mostly targeted at myself; someone who can never stick to a “glow-up plan”. Not that I think I need a glow-up, but it’s nice to improve yourself every once in a while—which are supposed to be the two, sacred months of summer vacation. While school was still around, I was giving myself grand pep talks: I’ll be productive in the summer vacation, if not now. As an attempt to distract myself from the guilt of dawdling, which was absolutely shredding my insides. The vacation rolled around, and I was determined to learn a new language. This ambition lasted for exactly two days, before Duolingo started collecting digital dust on my home-screen. For the record, I do know ...

Hello everyone, and welcome to a long list of things I would be spectacular at if they were actual school subjects. And let's just hope that one day—someday—these subjects do become real (because I need those A+ medals, okay?). Now buckle up, because things are about to get serious. Procrastinating I am a certified procrastinator. No one can beat me. If I got paid every time I dawdled, I would be richer than Elon Musk by now. No exaggeration. I am the type of person who has twenty tasks on their to-do list but only ends up doing two, which are “brush your teeth” and “have breakfast”. I always tell myself: I’ll do this after watching one more video. But it never is one video. I end up watching half the internet in the name of “one more video”. And guess what, I don’t end up doing the tasks then! Surprise, surprise. Aside from actual responsibilities, I even procrastinate things I plan for my own enjoyment! I’ve been wanting to watch a certain drama, but I’m always too lazy to sea...

Some people genuinely enjoy class activities. I am not one of them. To me, these so-called “fun” sessions are just disguised sports — except instead of running, you're shifting tables like you're training for a furniture-lifting championship. I find absolutely zero joy in scooting around on the floor just to guess which organism eats frogs. Couldn’t we just do that while sitting at our desks like normal humans? I remember this one time in my language class, our teacher made us re-arrange our entire classroom for an “interesting” activity. We spent ten minutes shifting our tables just to sit in mismatched groups, and do our work individually like we would’ve done without this whole hassle. What was the point of making us do unpaid labor for ten minutes then?! Most of the class activities are sessions of arm work disguised as “fun” and “exciting”. This other time, our teacher once again made us shift and move our desks for a group activity. This time, she gave us dictionaries, ...

Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not saying today’s education system is flawless — it's far from it. I have plenty of complaints. But if you’re asking whether students of the past were more stressed than we are today? Absolutely. Without question. 100% yes. Realistically, just imagine life without Khan Academy, without ChatGPT, without YouTube. Hard to picture, right? That's how brutal school life was back then. Students did not have access to all these convenient tools for help. They had their brains and a dusty, ripped textbook. Nowadays, do we even bother opening a textbook for answers? Most of us just hit “enter” on our favorite AI tool, and boom — a perfect, simple explanation appears in five seconds. In the past, students had to physically go to a library, search through endless books, and hunt for a single piece of information. And let's not forget the teachers. Back then, many weren't trained to actually teach — they just made students memorize facts with lit...

I honestly won’t even exaggerate my emotions when I say this. Why does all of a sudden a simple sentence translate into a 5 page “analysis” which explains the “hidden meaning”. We’re just reading a poem that goes like: “The crimson petals weep in the dusk of yesterday’s sorrow.” And the teacher hits us with: “So clearly, this represents mankind’s endless suffering caused by the Industrial Revolution.” LIKE—WHERE?! How did we go from sad petals to the entire economy collapsing?!  If the author was too lazy to write all those “hidden meanings” and decided to be stingy and just give us one sentence. Why do we do his job, and analyze the purposeless hidden meanings?! At this point, we’re just being taken advantage of by the writers. We students are unpaid laborers who finish the writer's incomplete work in the name of “paraphrasing” and "finding themes”. Mr. William Shakespeare, I mean no hate, but were your hands cramping, and you couldn’t write anymore when you decided to leave...

I’ve been there, you’ve been there, we’ve all been there. The disturbing, soul-sucking noise of the alarm clock screaming in your ear, “GeT uP iT's MoNdAy, ThE fUn Is OvEr!” Like, okay Mr. Alarm Clock, no need to add salt to the wound. The feeling of dysania is just different on Monday Mornings; it hits harder on Monday. Monday is like a creepy door creaking open, whispering, 'Welcome back to the loop of doom... re-entering the matrix.” I can not express my distaste for Monday in words. It’s like I don't just have a bone to pick with Monday—I have an entire skeleton of complaints. A misunderstanding that I shall not resolve.  The worst part isn’t even the morning. It’s Sunday night. When you realise you have to go to school tomorrow, submit your homework, put up with the teachers’ gabble. It’s the worst stomach-twisting experience. Honestly, my Sunday evenings are just spent worrying about Monday mornings. Boom. There goes the last bit of weekend joy. Why can't we just ...

The two most terrifying words in one title: “breakdown” and “exam”. You're probably familiar with these terms if you’re one of those over-conscious, grade-obsessed types. I certainly am one of them, especially during exam season! When the exams were getting closer, I decided I wasn’t going to stress myself at the last minute. So, I decided on covering the entire syllabus before the first exam. Turns out, I overestimated my consistency. Like every year, I ended up cramming all the stuff the night before the exam, even though it was the furthest from what I wanted. I had a mental breakdown the night before every exam. SURPRISE! SURPRISE! Anyway, here’s a little story focused on the subject I dreaded— still dread the most: geography. My experience with geography the previous session was traumatic, and I wanted to save myself from the trauma this session. There were three (detailed) chapters included. According to my preparation schedule, I had proper days to prepare at least one chap...

Look, I don’t mean any hate. If any of my former group-project-members are reading this, I sincerely apologize. This rant does not mean to offend any of you. Please take it as a light-hearted, funny story. Not something targeted at you . Now, as I was saying, group projects really test our patience , not our academic performance . I think it’s a pretty solid debate. I honestly suspect it’s intentional. I mean, our knowledge can easily be tested through solo projects or exams—so what’s the deal with group ones? Therefore, group projects are a whole other story. 5% learning, and 95% torture. In every group of five, there's always that one topper: perfection-obsessed and practically the CEO of the slideshow. They are the LEADER of the group, fixing everybody’s error, every flaw, and improving everything. They add allure to the whole project. Then there’s that one person who only does the bare-minimum . They don’t even CONSIDER taking a look at the other slides to see if anyone needs...

Hello there! So, I’m one of those kids who gets frequently asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up? My little honey cookie sugar biscoff cutie pook!” A message to all adults who ask this question: stop. Don't re-awaken the trauma of not having found my passion yet. I get you’re curious about my future plans, I don’t blame you though, so am I. We are in the same boat. I just don’t have a life jacket. The Chocolate-Induced Era 🍫 In the early years of my life, I wanted to be a teacher, inspired by that one Ma’am Sarah who gave chocolates for spelling “cat” correctly. But, when I reached Primary School, I realized teaching (yelling) at a bunch of spoiled little brats wasn’t worth the bare-minimum wage.  The Doctor Phase (Version 1.0) 🩺 At home, my parents brain-washed me into thinking that doctoring was the BEST profession. “You can help people!” is what they said, except I want to help myself first. Gradually, I made up my mind; I want to become a doctor. That lasted until I...

Capital Letters are Spoiled. (Petition Against Capitalism) By Hoor Fatima I'm very strongly opinionated when it comes to writing English. These capital letters are the spoiled kids who need validation and extra protocol. Who do they think they are? Why do they get to be capital while everyone else is small? Every time I hit Shift , a part of me dies inside. They're considered special ? As if coming right after a period, or being the beginning of a name increases their worth. I think it's time they get a reality check. You don't (and shouldn't) get respect because of the position you were born with. You get respect because of the position you earn . “ThE fIrSt LeTtEr Of EvErY sEnTeNcE sHoUlD bE cApItAl!” NO, IT SHOULDN'T! The first letter of every sentence is not gifted, nor excessively rich, nor has it done you any personal good. What right does it have to receive princess treatment, and be bigger and better than everyone else? Where are the lectures on "eq...