One of the students in my high school proficiency class, a ELL student from Iraq, began questioning the point of the writing exam he will be taking next week. I have a few students who complain, but this particular student usually has a positive attitude.
"This test does not prove anything. What's the point?" he said.
Blah, blah, blah. When they start talking about the hoops they have to jump through, I stop listening. It's the same old stuff.
All the same, I like the kid. It disappointed me that he was wasting time.
"You know what? Welcome to life. There will be a lot of things that seem pointless that you will have to do."
Does that make me a cynic or a realist? I don't know. I work in a system where there is a lot that doesn't make sense. I live in a world where sweatin' the stupid small stuff can suck the joy out of life.
But then...aren't there times when perhaps I've given into complacency simply because it's easier?
Sometimes I wish the kids knew when it was time to question life and when it was time to just suck it up and move on.
Sometimes I wish I knew, too.