And so I sit in this schoolroom blankly.
Thinking, pondering, dreaming.
What they teach can't be real.
Nothing they say has life or meaning.
Beyond these walls this education has no purpose.
For real learning cannot be taught,
But only experienced.
And so I sit at this desk
Quietly dreaming of real education
From our greatest educator:
Life.
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Life Lesson
PoetryI sat in class one day and thought about how much of what is taught is actually relevant.
