Kindergarten consisted of muddy rain boots and scraped knees; juice boxes and ABCs.
Grade Three revolved around those who called dibs on the monkey bars, mac and cheese for lunch and who got the most stickers on their homework.
Grade Five was petty drama; nothing but who sat at what lunch table and so on.
School was easy. And it was fun. And it was good.
Grade Seven, things started to get complicated. Friends turned on each other, only to satisfy their personal needs. Snickers turned into daggers and glares into stabs.
Grade Nine, their heads filled up with fog. Everything was constantly spinning; no one knew which way was up or down or right from left. Everything was either this way or that, not a light to guide the path.
Grade Ten, they were trapped; lost beyond repair. They lost track of themselves; lost track of the time; lost track of the race. No one was routing for them, now. Not a single soul was left to care.
School was painful. And it was hard. And it was "good".
Too many smiles curled in on themselves once the ABCs turned into more than just an alphabet.
Too many passions drowned from the noise of their failures.
Too many seasons passed before they just grew accustomed to cold.
Too many teachers hooked weights onto their students' chains.
Too many children cried out as they were robbed of their youth.
Too many nights were spent wasting away.
Too many days were spent doing the same.
Too many hours put into records, dates, scores, and grades.
Too many tears shed from "not good enough".
Too many fingernails stripped raw.
Too many kids forced into adults.
School was painful. And it was hard. And it was "good".
Once upon a time, the children dreamt happily, not a care in the world.
Once upon a time, the monsters were only found in fairytales.
Once upon a time, the only darkness that surrounded them was lack of light.
Once upon a time, the pain was minimal. No need for medication.
Once upon a time, they weren't afraid of themselves.
Once upon a time, the children were CHILDREN, not forced to be anything else.
Little by little, the pain will end. And it'll be hard, but it'll be good.
M.I.W.E.
School was easy. And it was fun. And it was good.
Grade Seven, things started to get complicated. Friends turned on each other, only to satisfy their personal needs. Snickers turned into daggers and glares into stabs.
Grade Nine, their heads filled up with fog. Everything was constantly spinning; no one knew which way was up or down or right from left. Everything was either this way or that, not a light to guide the path.
Grade Ten, they were trapped; lost beyond repair. They lost track of themselves; lost track of the time; lost track of the race. No one was routing for them, now. Not a single soul was left to care.
School was painful. And it was hard. And it was "good".
Too many smiles curled in on themselves once the ABCs turned into more than just an alphabet.
Too many passions drowned from the noise of their failures.
Too many seasons passed before they just grew accustomed to cold.
Too many teachers hooked weights onto their students' chains.
Too many children cried out as they were robbed of their youth.
Too many nights were spent wasting away.
Too many days were spent doing the same.
Too many hours put into records, dates, scores, and grades.
Too many tears shed from "not good enough".
Too many fingernails stripped raw.
Too many kids forced into adults.
School was painful. And it was hard. And it was "good".
Once upon a time, the children dreamt happily, not a care in the world.
Once upon a time, the monsters were only found in fairytales.
Once upon a time, the only darkness that surrounded them was lack of light.
Once upon a time, the pain was minimal. No need for medication.
Once upon a time, they weren't afraid of themselves.
Once upon a time, the children were CHILDREN, not forced to be anything else.
Little by little, the pain will end. And it'll be hard, but it'll be good.
M.I.W.E.
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