The marker squeaks
On the whiteboard
And I'm more annoyed
About the fact
That the noise no longer annoys me
That I have become accustom to
The sounds of school
No matter how unnatural
For us to remember the same clapping pattern since elementary school
Or how chronic headaches
Are more normal than ever
With those florescent lights
And beaming computer screens.
Its irritating that we get used to this,
Having to ask to go to the bathroom
And getting told no.
And it angers me
That they talk so much about preparation for the future.
Tell me what this prepares me for?
Wait. Never mind.
Stop telling me everything.
Stop telling how to think.
