School of Doom

28 Jan

Pencils in hand,

We sit at our desks

Crouched over papers

Painstaking work.

 

Boredom hangs in the air

As a frustrated teacher tries to teach

Groans erupt when she walks down the rows,

Handing out the test to our doom.

 

Here we must ponder

Is our life dependent on this?

Does memorizing Science definitions help us succeed,

And lead us to the meaning of our existence?

 

Perhaps we need to reconsider

Rather than teach formulas for math,

Instead teach us how to get along

And make the world a livable place.

 

perfectlonelyworld

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