School Days
by Sara (18 yrs. old)
Once inebriated on the joys of learning
The teachings of life and all its meaning,
I
walk with a hangover of experience.
Distastefully
cringing away
From
the endless natttering of
Chipper
and cherry Cheerleaders.
Crooning
about the cutest pair of Calvin Kleins,
They
have ever seen.
So
similar to the last pair, that any untrained eye
Would
miss the difference in rivets,
The
slightly mottled spot near the bell bottom flares...
Crawling
into the crowded and crazed
Cafeteria,
Standing
in the assembly line,
Feigning
breathlessly,
Anticipation
Eagerness
to receive
The
ball of greasy Dog food
Chock
full of nutrients and essential vitamins
To
boost the energy, so that I might keep my head up
As I listen
to the eternal droning
Of
yet another never-ending lecture
From
professionals who have lost
Hope
That
they will influence and affect the lives of the young.
Instead
living to a paycheck and sneaking around
behind
the back of the egotistical administration
Periodically,
working up the courage
To
find something
"FUN"
That
may catch our attention
So
they can subtly mold us into Pillars of the Community
As
I will soon be
When
I have acquired enough
Meaningful
facts and trivial knowledge
That
strive to enrich my life in a Zen way.
Failing
miserably, but ever increasing
The
digits soon to be on my Paycheck
Stub
A
timely payoff
For
the boredom of my weekdays.
Boredom
that will sap my individuality
As
I fake their perfect
Student
So
I can fly free of the corrupted institution
That
was started with such
Honest
Hopes and Dreams
But
ended up
Becoming
all about
The
Money, The Power.
As
most things tend to do. |