The Institution of Education

The girl wore white sneakers, blue jeans, and a plain t-shirt as she watched her world

fall

apart.

It wasn’t the sudden, shocking pain of the low test score that resulted in her loss of control, but rather the realization of the futility of life onset by the score. It was the entire world crashing upon her shoulders, forced to take the burden from Atlas; the earth covering the sun and blocking the light. Slowly, gradually, in her mind everything had become dark. School was monotonous and trivial, friends were replaced with acquaintances, and daily routines became shackles confining her to the dark ground.

The feelings of despondency washed over her and she had a hard time walking. The voices, sounds, and lights of the hallway enveloped her in a messy blur.

Messy. Everything is so messy.

And dark.

The sinking

enslaving

feeling that life was without a purpose lingered in her mind day in and day out. Everybody was the same. Everybody was busy. But who was actually doing anything?

She stopped to take a breath,

to examine her life,

and was cast out of the busy, endless cycle of productivity, falling behind the line never to catch up.

Which was exactly where she found she could finally be

free.