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Same old shit different day, repetition, repetition, repetition it was always the same with these schools. Math, Science and English; always the same things being taught in school rather than things we needed. When do people get to learn about banking, how to balance a check book, or even how to buy a house or car. More than half of the students in the United States wouldn't need any of these in a real life situation. They'll end up like blocks of wood for molding, none of them are unique. Once in a while a kid can make a name for himself but more than often they'd just end up in cubicles doing the same thing every day. "Robert, do you have an answer for problem one?" I hated the way my Math teacher Mrs. Trinidad called on me, the little smiles of satisfaction as she saw in my discomfort. Public speaking was never my strong suits, I'd often be called the strong silent one. But in her case she felt the need to 'fix' me of my speech habits. The answer is X=4 to the power of three Mrs. Trinidad. "Very good Robert, you see?! Look at what you can accomplish with just a bit of effort and social skills." I fought the urge to ask her what social skills were needed to answer a simple question but thought against it. Don't need another lecture on the importance of manners and respect... I wonder what she would say if she knew what I could do to command respect from others. What would she say?

The rest of the day went on the same way it would always be, go to each class scribble half assed answers and pass under the radar with a C+. I couldn't wait to go home and practice knife throwing, my new hobby I've adopted to keep me entertained while my crew was on vacation. I could feel my palm twitching to get a hold of a blade.