Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Will Not Let an Exam Result Decide My Fate, artist - Suli Breaks.
Date of issue: 13.04.2013
Song language: English
I Will Not Let an Exam Result Decide My Fate |
Right now |
There is a kid finishing parents' evening in a heated discussion with his mother |
Saying, why does he have to study subjects he will never ever use in his life? |
And she will look at him blanked eyed, stifle a sigh, think for a second and |
then lie |
She’ll say something along the lines of: |
«You know to get a good job, you need a good degree and these subjects will |
help you get a degree, we never had this opportunity when I was younger». |
And he will reply: |
«But you were young a long time ago, weren’t you mum?» |
And she won’t respond although what he implies makes perfect sense that |
societies needs would have changed since he was 16 |
But she will ignore him, grip his hand more sternly and drag him to the car |
What she doesn’t know is that she didn’t ignore him just to shut him up |
She didn’t lie because they are just returning him from parents' evening |
And an argument in the hallway would look bad on her resume |
She won’t lie because she had just spent the last one hour convincing a stern |
face teacher that she would ensure that her child studies more at home |
No! |
She will lie simply, because she does not know any better herself |
Although all her adult life, she has never used or applied |
Pythagorean theorem, Pathetic fallacy, and does not know the value of «X» |
She will rely society to tell her child who has one of the sharpest mind in the |
school, is hyperactive, unfocused, easily distracted and wayward |
Students! |
How many equations, subjects and dates did you memorize just before an exam |
never to use again? |
How many «A» grades did you get, which were never asked for when applying for a |
job? |
How many times have you remembered something 5 minutes just after the teacher |
said: «Stop writing» |
Only to receive your results a month later to realize that you were only 1 mark |
short of the top grade? |
Does that mean remembering 5 minutes earlier would’ve made you more qualified |
for a particular job? |
Well, on an application form it would have |
We all have different abilities, thought processes, experiences and genes |
So why is a class full of individuals tested by the same means? |
So that means Cherrelle thinks she’s dumb, because she couldn’t do a couple sums |
And if this issue is not addressed properly, it then becomes a self-fulfilling |
prophecy |
Then every school has the audacity to have policy on equality |
Huh, the irony! |
Exams are society’s methods of telling you what you’re worth |
But you can’t let society tell you what you are |
Cause this is the same society that tells you that abortion is wrong, |
but then looks down on teenage parents! |
The same society that sells products to promote nature hair, looks and smooth |
complexion with the model on the box, half photoshopped, and has fake lashes |
and hair extensions |
With pastors that preach charity, but own private jets |
Imams that preach against greed, but are all fat |
Parents that say they want «educated kids» but constantly marvel at how rich |
Richard Branson is |
Governments, that preach peace, but endorse war, that say they believe so much |
in the importance of higher education and further learning |
Then why increase tuition fees every single year? |
I believed Miss Jefferson when she took me into the office, said that my exams |
would be imperative to my success |
Because we were taught to always follow when Miss Jefferson led |
Then I took Jefferson out of the equation and learned to think for myself |
I realized, we were always taught to follow when misled |
Huh, the irony! |
Test us with tests, but the finals are never final |
Because they never prepare us for the biggest test which is survival! |
And what I suggest is fairly outlandish |
So I don’t expect everyone to understand this |
Except for the kid that knows what it feels like to be worth no more than that |
D or that A that you get on results day |
And the ones whose best stories were never good enough for your English teacher |
Because apparently you missed out key literal techniques |
Did not follow the class plan, |
And the language was too «informal» for him to understand |
But then he’d reference Hamlet and Macbeth |
And you’d fight the urge to express your contempt by partially clenching your |
fist with only your medius finger left protruding in the middle of your hand |
And asking if he was aware that Shakespeare was known as the innovator of slang |
Or the kid at the back of the class who thinks: |
«Why am I studying something that doesn’t fuel my drive?» |
But when confronted with a maths problem his eyes come alive |
So this one is for my generation, |
the ones who found what they were looking for on Google, |
This one’s for my «failures» and «dropouts», for my unemployed graduates, |
my shop assistants, cleaners and cashiers with bigger dreams, |
My self-employed entrepreneurs, my world-changers and my dream-chasers! |
Cause the purpose of «Why I hate school, but love education» was not to |
initiate a worldwide debate, |
But to let them know that whether 72 or 88, 44 or 68, |
We will not let exam results decide our fate |
Peace. |