Dawid

there are good days and there are bad days, and then there’s the day I found out we were studying Leave Taking by Winsome Pinnock. This play didn’t just waste my time — it robbed me. Robbed me of joy, of curiosity, of any lingering hope that English class might one day be fun. Page after page, I kept waiting for something anything to happen that didn’t involve crying, yelling, or someone having an emotional breakdown in a London living room. The characters are constantly arguing, but somehow it still feels like nothing happens. The mother is traumatised, the daughters are angry, and I’m just sitting there rereading the same paragraph three times because my brain refuses to accept this as entertainment.very lesson turned into a dramatic group therapy session, led by a teacher pretending this was “powerful” and “thought-provoking” while I was just trying not to fall asleep.