Good ol' Alex's stories.

Nice observations in school

Don't you know how it feels?

To know your mind wasn't the problem, or the fact that society is sort of shitty?

To know why you were so alone for the first 15 years of your life?

To know why your environment was positive, but you were negative on the inside still?

Oh, the school bell rang, time to go to that boring cell again. The classroom was quiet this time, since that teacher showed up. Everyone was afraid, terrified. Their grades were on the line, of course they would be scared. I quietly took a deep breath, gazed downwards, as always; and I kept my mouth shut. Yeah, I was about to fail his subject, so what? Paying attention never worked for me, reading books I don't like is hell for me, watching movies is... maybe acceptable? My friends described me as a cat for many different reasons besides those I mentioned, and I couldn't agree more, haha... ahh... I really hate this subject. Feels like prison around this teacher.

Up next was a subject I chose for myself: art. Specifically, drawing and sculpting. I love every second of it. I could show off my skills, be praised for them, and get better. I couldn't ask for more. I was in the front row because of my passion for drawing and doodling.

- ... I seriously don't get why our students don't speak at all. - A teacher murmured to another one. Seems like they were having some trouble teaching art?

I mean, art is subjective, so that makes sense to me. The students were used to the "normal" way of teaching, coincidentally, the way I hate the most. I believe that's the reason why they don't participate in the classroom, but I don't have the balls to say that out loud.

The other teacher looked at me... oh no, please don't do this to me. - Alex, come here for a second. - ...My peace was over the moment they called me. My heartbeat fastened, as I stood up and walked towards the pair of teachers.

I explained what I thought to the two teachers and all they could do was nod to my current hypothesis. I had to take deep breaths and think carefully of my words. I really hate speaking to others, more so when it's related to school: a prison, or a circus, depending on how you wanna view it, of course.

- That makes sense... - My art teacher said. - So, why didn't you tell me that up until now? - Was he nagging me? Complementing my hypothesis? Did I do a good observation or not? Even though I carefully paid attention to his facial expressions and tone of voice, I couldn't tell.

- I... don't really know. - My voice shaked.