School.

January 8, 2009

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.

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One Response to “School.”

  1. Karina said

    I agree with you on religion class!
    My dad’s a barber………………………..but he’s not happy!

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