We sit in a classroom.
Day after day.
All of our actions, mechanical.
"We're progressing," they tell us.
It's drilled into our brains at this point.
But as we robotically pick up our pens,
"We're not progressing,"
is what we write.
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Welcome to middle school in America. I'm here to help you get through it as I get through it. I'm not going to sugarcoat anything. This is real life. This is middle school. Deal with it.