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Box


They make eye contact and she

glances away.

She's nervous, stomach isn't acting

right.

No one taught her how to

act.

Interviews aren't easy, but she didn't

know.

Communication is said to be

the Key.

We're never given a map to

the Lock.

How is she supposed to

survive?

Living off of ramen and coupons is

Reality.

He begins speaking and brings up

job aspects.

Her response is the deciding factor in

this Situation.

"Yes, this job sounds great, when can I

start?"

Not knowing what she should be

looking for.

She was valedictorian of her high

school.

"A plus plus" was always a

given.

The real world isn't so black and white,

pass or fail.

Taxes, deductibles, insurance claims and

job interviews.

Who would've thunk it, applying the real

world in school.

No, no-- math, science, reading and

history.

It's all we need. Nothing more or

less.

You're right, nothing less should be

taught.

But something more should always be

on the horizon.

Something harder, more complex but

still applicable.

Real life isn't being prepared to take

exams.

It's showing your boss how creative you can

be and are.

Not how good you are at memorizing

facts.

That's the box through which our education

system propagates.

That's the box that should be opened and

dumped out.

It's contents should be given to the children

to play with.

Children need a background to facilitate

their own creativity.

Children have the best ideas, but they're

molded for tests.

How is this not a crime, stealing a

kid's creativity.

Shame on you for not understanding

the slope intercept.

Why can't you disect a play from

the 1400's.

Language hasn't changed, it should be

perfectly clear.

All children should be taught in the

same manner.

Children who differ from the norm

are wrong.

Who's gonna argue the system?

You?

Me?

Not everyone fails with this

system.

Those who do fail aren't respected or

taken seriously.

Those who thrive-- why would they

change this system?

Surely I wouldn't.

My box contains me and I contain the

Box.

 

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