Some insects called the human race.
Lost in time and lost in space
And meaning.
~Rocky Horror Picture Show~
Ahh... School again. That glorious time in our young lives where we sit in a builiding made of brick with no windows for eight hours a day and pretend to learn. They say that these are the best times of our lives, but I believe that only to be true because our subconscious urges us to remember it that way. Most of my childhood has been blocked out as it is, and I know (and fear) that high school will disappear the same way: by slipping deep into those murkiest recesses of my mind. All of the time and energy, the youthful empathy and emotions I feel and have felt, all will be wasted and later become only distant strands of thought unable to be accessed.
But my worst, and the most oppressing fear of all is that I will look back on myself, everything that i am now, and hate what I was, my morals my causes, all that I have striven for. This fear of future self-loathing, this oppression of "I" is something that pains me hourly.
School is bad for my health. For the past two weeks, my stomach pains have returned sorely. All of summer, lovely, then returning with the start of band camp...? I believe my nerves and my body are trying to tell me something, but there is little that I can actually do. Attend school, suffer crimes of degredation and humiliation beyond account; or slip away from school into the torrents of minimum wage work just to keep myself fed and clothed.
What has the world come to when it turns its youth off of joy and beauty and nature at such young ages? We take away the students' rights as individuals and human beings so early that they often do not realize it. Those unfotunate few who open their eyes even to see the state of unfairness they are being put through find that they can do nothing about it but suffer through until the end, or face a life of misery and be shunned for not having recieved a diploma. What is "diploma" but a piece of paper proving you can do what you are told and suffer through thousands of hours of four brick walls that has been named, so plainly: "school."
And so I ask you, what is school? How do you define it? Please write to me at urielspoet@aol.com with any writing you may have on the subject. I hope to form a mass thought of the day with just that.
Sincerely,
your
raphael
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