Why?
The bell rings.
I find my chair
Reluctantly I pull out my notebook and begin to take your notes
But why bother?
You don't make sense.
All you want me to do is remember what you say,
Your opinion,
And my opinion is irrelevant
Finally the bell rings and I stand to leave
But wait, there is a test tomorrow?
Thanks for the short notice!
Time to cram some information into my brain
Only to be forgotten the next day
All you do is measure my ability to take your tests
Not my ability to learn
Not my ability to understand
Not my intelligence
Why do I even try?
Because colleges care what letter resides on the top of my test
But does it mean anything?
I think not.
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