Measure me
One. Quantified. Measure me, place me, know me. But you don't, not really. Can you classify creativity? Did you know from my ACT that I like to, stay up in the night and walk in the dew? Listen to the crickets and mine my mind for thoughts I cannot find, in the day, at school. Is this a valuable hobby, a skill? You don't think so, but I do. Part of education should be exploring yourself. Sometimes I learn more daydreaming than looking at a powerpoint. There's got to be a balance.
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