Mechanical Nothingness

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Mechanical,

Hand and pencil,

Slides and skids,

No thought.

Motor neurons overriding associations.

What am I learning?

Nothing.

 

Busy work,

Notes,

No hands-on,

No discussion.

My brain yearns for the knowledge,

but receives nothing.

It's too busy transmitting tedious signals

to the carpals of my unforgiving wrists.

 

He understands.

Why am I so dumb?

No. I am not dumb.

I learn differently.

Finally, the bell.

To another routine,

Another endless two hours of wasted education,

But wait.

 

She stops me.

Her hand on her hip,

the words spring from her mouth like a cat on a mouse,

"Why are you not trying in my class?"

A question for you, my dear "educator,"

Why are you not teaching?

Why do you not understand?

When I ask a question, where is my answer

without a tinge of arrogance tainting the seams.

 

Why do your eyes burn the image of lost hope?

You believe me to be "below average."

I am not!

I do not learn this way.

I do not flourish in this topic.

But I try.

 

Continuously.

Copy and paste.

From optical rods and cones to paper.

Just plain paper.

The cerebellum receives nothing.

No memory.

Nor association of anything.

 

I am trying.

But you give me nothing to learn.

 

 

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