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The College Board. What a horrid name for an equally horrid institution. It decides our futures based on the experiences of our pasts to guide our presents. It presents us
An obsession An addiction. It tortures me, but I need it. I got to know the number on the scale. Restrict my food. Binge eat. Purge. Thoughts of laxatives.
We are voiceless. Our feet are turned to iron. We're lobbed into a torrential river Of expectations. Ideals. They say, “The perfect child is ours. “No flaws here.
Teachers don’t work hard nowadays Rather than focus on education They focus on my grades I may have passed your damn class
Sheltered.I had no choiceIn the high school I attendedI am Catholic;Therefore, to a Catholic Ladies' schoolI shall go.
With words you fight, No better than a bully. You shove with the pretense of learning, You say you are going to give us a rope of knowledge,
Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid
What if I told youThe things that you say,The jokes that you tell,The pranks that you play,All those things really hurt me today. That girl in the front,The one with the money;Her words for youAre sweet like honey.She’s your favorite,She’s the bes
Momma always used to say, “God laughs at the plans you make.” But that was just a chance I had to be willing to take. Empathetic, kind-hearted, containing the true values of life
I am a number. A total which defines me. It says whether I am brilliant or remedial, whether I am present or absent, whether I ascend or decline. A statistic amongst the world. Numbers do not feel.
when the Sun is alive so am I the unimaginable dream is mine fog will remain in my path but fire in my eyes, boldly. there is a dawn that rises unshakeable and endless like the core of soul