Academic Imprisonment
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No light shines through these four brick walls. For the school is my prison, and its teachers my imprisoners. Like a hamster on one of those wheel things, school runs us around and around until we yearn for the food pellet. But only more homework awaits. Do we not have lives of our own to lead, with vital decisions we must make every day concerning hair, clothes, socks, shoes--- and the list goes on! And with all the decisions we have to make on these topics that I list, so then have our brains been cruelly crowded with such things as the square root of some stupid adverb. This is one stress too much. Does the torture never stop? Until home, anyway. So go ahead, lock me up with your homework and your tests! Rob my freedom with your reading and your thinking! As far as I'm concerned, the only difference between school and prison is the wardrobe. Or do you want to take away my outfits, too? The End. |
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