Dear Public Education
From pre-school to graduation, you never change.
It's always "sit down and shut up" told to sit in a chair designated for me so I don't bother you.
We sit in a special order, and no matter how old we are, we know our thoughts mean nothing.
Each of us are different, not two are the same.
But for some reason, your lesson plans never change.
Instead of meeting my special needs, you told my mom that I need medicine.
Of course I got perscribed, everyone thinks you know best.
The medicine helped my focus, but made your teachings habitual.
Teachings like silennce, opinionless, inferior, and fearful have become second nature over these last 12 years.
I mean yeah, you tought me things that I needed to know
Such as simple math, everyday english, science, and the "imortant" parts of history.
But I was never taught how to apply for scholarships, keep a job, or set up a 401k.
So long public school, I dread the day you meet my kids.
Wish me good luck in life, even though you don't give a sh*t.
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