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Achievement Print "Why I'm glad I left school

It's always said, "kid, graduate from high school." But I decided against it first - and that was the best decision of my life.

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I enjoyed going to school and was always among the best, the first four years at least. For the fifth grade, I then switched from Waldorf school to high school. A difference like day and night. While at the Waldorf School Bruchrechnen learned how to cut out cardboard snippets of different sizes and the alphabet by painting a picture to each letter - there were suddenly censors and pressure to perform. In my first German essay I got a 1- and came home crying, because there was a minus. I simply did not understand that with the grades.

High School put me under pressure

When I became aware of what censorship means and how I understood the principle of sitting, I felt permanently under pressure. I was always good at languages, but science was too abstract for me, especially math. My math teacher was a fury that only those with a knack for math had. I did not belong and had to suffer. She gave me the permanent feeling of being too stupid.

To stay away from illness as a reason of school

Then I fell ill: At almost 17 I fell ill with a pancreatitis. It came out of nowhere and suddenly everything was forbidden, which was fun, no fat, no alcohol. I had incredibly bad abdominal pain, but finally no reason to go to school anymore. So it happened that I missed a lot of stuff and because of a 6 stayed in math. My class teacher, who valued me very much, challenged it, but when, after a long struggle, it finally came out that my sitting was not right, it was too late. I would never have caught up with the high school diploma. So I sat in a class, with just my physical education teacher as a class teacher. I was a sport rivet, so he did not think much of me either. Basically it was always the case that the teachers loved or hated me.

When I almost never came to school, said class teacher threatened: "The day after tomorrow is conference, then you fly anyway." "Ha, not with me, " I thought. "Before you throw me, I prefer." Me I knew the odds were 50-50, because half of the teachers appreciated me and the other half hated me, I did not want to risk the bad guys winning, I ran to the office, signed the sign off, (I was already of legal age and allowed that ) and was finally free.This may seem stubborn, but it was just the thing.

I got well with dropping out of school

Since I was still suffering from hellish abdominal pain despite my strict diet with no more than 30 grams of fat a day, I went to the hospital. Since I was completely checked through. The amazing thing: I had only a mild gastritis. My pancreas had regenerated after two years - a coincidence that it had to do with my early school leaving? I do not think so. Although I am not extremely esoteric, I believe in a strong connection between body and mind - and I believe in fate.

Acting training was better than any therapy

That struck me when I was released from the hospital and saw a note at a clothes store. It was a acting workshop. I thought, "Wow, that was always what I wanted to do." Already as a 14-year-old, I played with my 13-year-older brother, who works as a director, and found the work in front of the camera great, so why not actress become? Thought, done, half a year after leaving school I started my education at a small drama school in the Hamburg market street. I was still a physical wreck at the time and only weighed in at 37 kilos. I was full of hate for my broken body and learned only as part of the training (caution kitsch) to accept him as he is. With the acceptance of my body, my stomach was getting better and better. I was allowed to live my dream and had a great acting teacher who taught me above all not to be another, but to be myself.

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School 2.0

After the acting education I quickly realized that actresses have a hard time in Germany. A fact that I had hitherto successfully displaced, even if my brother repeatedly pointed out to me. Sometimes things were a bit better, but sometimes really bad. For months I had no day of shooting and always bad luck with my agencies. I talked to my brother, who advised me to follow my high school diploma. At first it seemed absurd to me, I did not want to go back to hell. But then boredom grew in me too and I thought, "Why not?" At the last minute, I signed up for the evening school. About the followers list I got a place a week after school started, damn pig had.

From math-zero to math-ace

I could not have done better: at the evening school there was no physical education (Juchhu!), I was now 23 and grown up and was treated like that and the very best - I was suddenly good at school. My first work in math was a smooth 1, I volunteered the course discussion on the blackboard and had developed my own ambition to be good at school. I learned late into the night, not because I had to, but because it was fun.

For three years, I went through the evening school and was one of the few who really made Abi. I had the fourth best Abi of the school, an unbelievable sense of achievement.

The other passion

I studied cultural studies and discovered that besides acting, there is another passion: writing (surprise).

I really do not regret that my life was not straightforward - on the contrary. If I had been struggling through the Abi at that time, (if at all) an extremely bad grade would have come out. I could only have studied with many waiting semesters, which interests me, because I would not have made the NC.

In addition, I was able to reconcile with myself through my acting education, was able to make up for my lost through the disease youth, had not grown so quickly through the late study and had plenty of time to become the person that I am, and without the pressure the meritocracy.

The normal path of all people does not necessarily have to be the best way for everyone.

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