It's a routine.

I walk into an overly decorated class, which seems to to be placed there to distract a striving student

Let's sit in the middle, away from these shitty people.

She's cheerful today, on a rainy cold day.

"C'mon class wake up! It's school! It'll be fun. CHYNA, honey don't you love school?"

Exactly lady. This is school.

A building that is open to the public, where more than half the kids do not want to be here.

A building, that sucks the inspiration out of me.

A building, where you memorize notes in order to pass.

You don't test knowledge, you test skill.

We mindlessly walk these halls.

We pay attention more to our followers on twitter, then the score on our "test".

Oh, and what about that project you made the class do into the second week of school? Did you grade it on the day it was due?

A building where it gives me aniexty, and low self esteem.

Where one thing is said, then another.

Your homework wont help.

Nor your words of wisdom.

This class is annoying.

I can't wait to go home.

Internally screaming.

Yet, there I was clearing my throat, "Yes. School is a beautiful, wonderful, magical place of education."

She smiled, not once catching onto my sacrasum. 

Well, it is a routine.