I stand in a vast field of short yellowing grass on a raised pillar of white marble. She is beautiful a voice says. My hearts cracks a little. She is my love. A tear escapes. She is mine. I collapse. Flood waters break open and rush into the field, falling from my eyes. The sky … More she is mine, she is always mine.
School (to me) has stood for failure, disappointment, stupidity and indolence-inducing slave master. It has been four long years of wondering if I was stupid. It has been four long years of enduring failure after failure, fighting not to let myself be one. It has been four long years feeling like a disappointment, feeling guilty. It … More School is my nightmare