Posted by Jeff (184.108.40.206) on January 31, 2002 at 17:39:45:
Written by nate wright: http://www.worldwidemart.com/natew/writing/school.shtml
My kindergarten teacher had a talk with my parents. I was young you see and I didn't concentrate like the other boys. She wasn't sure I could handle first grade.
I tipped my chair in math class and he told me I was a bad person. I destroyed other's lives by distracting them from their studies of one's and zero's.
I went in to register for classes, excited about starting high school. My counselor asked me what direction I wanted to take my life in - put me in the fast track, join the rat race, make some bank - I'd heard the slogans. "Music" i said. she told me to pick something else.
I'd given four years to that social club - high school - and got a handshake from a man that meant less to me than the dirt on my hand. I played a heartless song to a heartless audience and they cheered. for nothing. they cheered for themselves. for nothing.
every now and then, when the screams die down, you can hear me laughing and crying at the whole mess. we could've done something all that time. You know the best part? Most people still think they did.
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