School.

I walk in optimistic, walk out ready to kill someone. I don’t fit the mold. Everything puts me to sleep. I disagree with everything I’m being fed. Don’t get me started on Religion class. What a waste of time and money this school has been. Maybe I should go to Vinal Tech, be a barber and be happier. Or should I conform to the mold? Should I give up all of my gifts and talents to be a worker bee? Would I then be truly happy? No, I would rather live in a box.