We are preparing children for a world that no longer exists.

The generation that stumbles and doesn’t know how to get back up. The generation learning in a system that hasn’t kept pace with the world. A system that still prepares them for a glorious past that will never return. The generation of bullying. The TikTok generation. The Minecraft and Brawl Stars generation. The generation that knows everything… but doesn’t always know how to choose.

We are the generation that learned to look over our shoulders before speaking. The generation for whom mistakes were marked in red and became a verdict, not a lesson. The generation that learned that questions should be kept to yourself if they bother others.

We are the generation that was never asked how we feel. Or what gives our lives meaning. We are the generation of footnotes, dictionaries, almanacs, and the *Gazeta Matematică*. The generation that learned to know. Not necessarily to understand. To answer. Not necessarily to ask.

And we are the same generation that, in the last election, split down the middle. A generation that saw, perhaps for the first time so clearly, that the lack of critical thinking is not a school issue, but a matter of national security. We are the generation that, over the past 35 years, has seen more than 30 ministers of education. A generation that has been promised reform after reform.