School

School is a perpetual battle, but it was an amusing activity when I first knew it. Before it begins, pupils huddle in hardened packs; monitors patrol passageways, stress filling the air. Somehow, it had been better way back then: groups of smiling students passed by; everyone glad to be there, ready to socialize. Then everything changed. Prisoners are weighed down by heavy backpacks and herded by horrendous wardens. Depression and distress join us before noon, during our tests, and by the end of the day, all are like bruised pears and begging for the deliverance of the final bell.