Tuesday, September 28, 2010

School: A Most Vexatious Project


The school year is often characterized by boredom, but it's adventurous yet.

School is socially, psychologically, emotionally, physically, mentally, economically, and spiritually trying. I want to say it is an organized mess. It taxes our time and our sanity. Pressure builds and explodes. We sweep up the debris stuff it in a file and try to prioritize before we truly clean up the mess. We scribble, note, and write upon random slips of paper, our hands, legs, arms. We fold, crumple, wad and lose various paper matter. We inhale (barely) and exhale (hardly) what knowledge we've "managed." We make attempts at a constant demeanor. We forget, fail, confuse, and dismiss. We schedule and break, practice politics and engineer purpose. We drag ourselves out of bed, we count down minutes, we get by. We stay after school, we try and justify extra-curricular activities. We read, write, ponder, and orate. We strive, try, believe, do well. We are frustrated, procrastinated and regrettable. We lament and praise. We appreciate and despise. We waste and save. We shove and maneuver. We are nostalgic and impatient. We are spit on and esteemed. We are outnumbered and united. We sit and desks we try to focus. We get behind, we get ahead. We sweat, we toil. We simmer, we boil. We understand, we are hopeless. We work together, we work alone. We work hard in school.

Most of us do.