You are dozing through math class when all at once the teacher begins to bark, “What is the matter with everyone in here? Why does everyone seem to think it is alright to fall asleep during math class? Contrary to what you may believe, I am not here for your amusement. I am here to teach you Advanced Algebra. Because you all seem to have gotten some rest now, I’m sure you’ll be well rested and able to stay up late for all the extra homework I’ll be assigning you for tonight. You can also spend some of that time contemplating how much fun it would be to have this type of class every day if your attention doesn’t improve. Now pack up and wait for the bell to ring. Your extra homework will be…”
God I hate school, Jeff thought as he left the old brick building that day. To him, school was a place you had to go to prove you knew what they decided to teach you. A place to play the game, a place to spend your hours doing something practical rather than preparing yourself for the probable. There was so much more, he thought, he could teach himself. So much more that mattered to him that wasn’t going to every show its face within those walls plastered with posters that told him “A mind is like a parachute, it works best when open” or “Never give up”. Yeah, maybe he was putting himself up against the world, but that was just the way it was going to be.
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