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In retrospect, you were not always one to dislike school. Far from it in actuality. The first time you had heard about pre-school you jumped about as a bobber on a fishing pole, in a gentle flowing stream. To go as quickly as you could, swimming in the life of friends and knowledge. So what happened? Why did you change?

Let us reflect on school. Not just in the now, no, this is before high school, before your time now this senior year. It was in pre-school, Montessori, a private school if memory serves correct. The first day there and you were bounding up the steps like a salmon in a slippery stream. You went in and your mom left, then it began. The first problem - noise. Never having heard so many people at once up close, ears ringing, you did not even understand how to befriend anyone. The chaos of the classroom was like a thousand underwater volcanoes erupting at once. That was only the first of your troubles.

Having not realized it, you had never made friends. Sure, you talked, you played but for the remainder of the time spent there, it was spent alone. Now, you were heading to kindergarten. With your experiences from then, entering here felt like time standing still, filled with fear, you tried in vain to jump away; away from the net proceeding to catch you. You could not escape however, stuck in a calm that kept you at bay. In a cruel twist of events, it seems your fear of new places was needed to stay safe. From kindergarten to fourth grade, people isolated and shunned you every day. Try as you might to meet, to make friends your efforts came with nothing but shameful results in the end. Surrounded by a sea of faces yet always alone the sea swallowed you up to the seabed forever unknown.

Upon your final days of grade school, the tides had changed. Switching schools suddenly you found yourself in a district that forbade contentment with oneself each day. So out of the alcoves those kids slowly came, their words painful and filled with hate. You had made friends for a short time, but as that small amount of time went on, they were bullied away. It was not until the end that peace ever came, even then, it was small and had you continued, likely short lived.

You had moved away by then and now you were somewhat off the grid. The mental beatings taken had drained any hope left in you, and for nearly six months, you absolutely refused any kind of school. It was not until you were found out did you finally find a haven. This arc with a bright beacon shown upon you like a warm blanket. They told you if you answered the final packet and passed the last test, you would move on with the rest of your peers. That year in sixth grade your life would start to truly change.

The next year you started seventh grade, and for the first part of the quarter, it went well. Then you decided to go on the school-funded trip to the Newport Aquarium. You came back, and then, you froze. When you came back, you found out that regardless of you being absent there was still work. Something about that caused you to break. Not knowing what it was troubling you broke down and refused to do work after that. It got so bad that by the third quarter when it seemed like you were slightly recovering you dropped off the edge of the world yet again. This time you stopped showing up to one of your classes. The class you loved held with high regard. You stopped attending art class. Somehow, you passed the year but the damage was done. You were still so broken from school; from all those times, you were just too over flooded to finish your work. You failed your best subject because you were so scare of being drowned by something else, you drowned yourself instead.

Eighth grade waves rolled upon the shore and you tried to promise yourself you would do all your work and never take another trip again. Quickly you found out, that was much harder than originally anticipated. Yet again, the first quarter was going well and you finished it with much care unlike the last time. It was the second quarter that things began to change. Your dad had called you, said he was coming to visit soon. Even though that was months away you had not realized, what the anticipation was doing to you. Once again, you barely passed; your dad was no help for the science express. Then came ninth grade.

Originally, you would have moved that year. Your grandpa was sick and begging your mom to be down here, then he changed his mind and so everything crashed to a halt. Then you had to re-register for the first year as your time was up and you narrowly avoided court, having something to do with a mess up. That was also the year you finally cut off your dad, and that was the best year you ever had. You passed everything with sailing colors.

That was the time you had, with your experience at school. It was long and grueling but all the same short and blur as you looked up from the water below. Now we talk directly about us, us as a whole. So starting back to the beginning again, analyze for us, what went wrong. Why was school a drain on everyone? Why did we hate it so much? What went wrong those ten long years? Show us the technical problems that happened within school and why that has affected us negatively so, so far into the future.

For all of us those first years of pre-school were made of camera blurs and glares. While there was great, emphasis on play, there was not much emphasis on friendship, kindness, and fair play. The kids formed plastic melted friendships, based on the guise of being friends, to create that opaque illusion that friendships were truly blooming from the fabric petals that they were made from. While robotically, we tried to follow the rule of kindness but we had not been built for that sort of work. Many a times a kid would shut down, unable to truly understand what they did was wrong and how not to hit your friends. Fair play was not in with us either and it was common that someone was shoved or locked out.

In grade school, the things that we had been taught from that waste spewing pre-school carried over. Through kindergarten to fourth grade the underlying problems had not been met. None of our systems were being updated safely and so the virus of misunderstanding came over us. Again, and again the teachers tried in vain to teach us formulas and words far above our programming. Eventually most of the systems just evolved a formula to create the illusion of having learned anything. Day in day out those kids who kept it 'up' were tortured though hours of remembering without truly understanding. The systems like us which earnestly tried were often taken out of the system for some 're-programming' none of which ever worked.

Then throughout middle school the teachers took all the failing systems and let them be as they were. They allowed the systems to delete the information they could not hold. They allowed them to continuously shut down and restart. This was meant to help the systems recover. However, that recovery came with a price. Loads upon loads of important backup data had been lost in order to let the motherboard of the brains of students move forward. So, these used computers went out to people and became something, but important works of art, language, mathematics, and sciences were lost recordings in the sound systems mic.

They made it to ninth grade and by some miracle a surprising number of students passed from school. There were so many devices to give to the public the seats were over stocked with some being piled upon the floor of the auditorium. That year a bunch of students passed the ninth grade. It was a good year for all of us. These machines that had been told they were broken, left to the backroom were being used to full benefit by people. They were needed, and they were loved by the people. Anything felt possible to us, like it didn't matter whether we updated to the college software we could be of service to the small things such as McDonald's, a music shop, or a florist. Hope, which is everything that we felt, and then one by one we left in our own ways.

First, there was you, you were a speck to the learning system. Then there was us, us the children who could not keep up with said system, or so we were told. Now it is time I speak of me, for I am a person and to the universe, I am less than a speck. From today on since I had joined this school my sophomore year my life has been greatly altered. The first year here was a bit confusing and I came across old demons. By the end of that year, though I had gained some level of outside skill and friendships. My junior year was interesting as I took on AP English and American History. I lost a friendship there but out of it shone the bright star of a true best friend and final, lover. Now I am in this year, senior year. Everything is fleeting so fast, soon I will leave my friends, soon I will leave my love, and soon I will leave home. I have made it so far despite the amount I have missed. All I want now is to pass. The end is coming for me and with that, I bid adieu.

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In retrospect, you were not always one to dislike school. Far from it in actuality. The first time you had heard about pre-school you jumped about as a bobber on a fishing pole, in a gentle flowing stream. To go as quickly as you could, swimming in the life of friends and knowledge. So what happened? Why did you change?

Let us reflect on school. Not just in the now, no, this is before high school, before your time now this senior year. It was in pre-school, Montessori, a private school if memory serves correct. The first day there and you were bounding up the steps like a salmon in a slippery stream. You went in and your mom left, then it began. The first problem - noise. Never having heard so many people at once up close, ears ringing, you did not even understand how to befriend anyone. The chaos of the classroom was like a thousand underwater volcanoes erupting at once. That was only the first of your troubles.

Having not realized it, you had never made friends. Sure, you talked, you played but for the remainder of the time spent there, it was spent alone. Now, you were heading to kindergarten. With your experiences from then, entering here felt like time standing still, filled with fear, you tried in vain to jump away; away from the net proceeding to catch you. You could not escape however, stuck in a calm that kept you at bay. In a cruel twist of events, it seems your fear of new places was needed to stay safe. From kindergarten to fourth grade, people isolated and shunned you every day. Try as you might to meet, to make friends your efforts came with nothing but shameful results in the end. Surrounded by a sea of faces yet always alone the sea swallowed you up to the seabed forever unknown.

Upon your final days of grade school, the tides had changed. Switching schools suddenly you found yourself in a district that forbade contentment with oneself each day. So out of the alcoves those kids slowly came, their words painful and filled with hate. You had made friends for a short time, but as that small amount of time went on, they were bullied away. It was not until the end that peace ever came, even then, it was small and had you continued, likely short lived.

You had moved away by then and now you were somewhat off the grid. The mental beatings taken had drained any hope left in you, and for nearly six months, you absolutely refused any kind of school. It was not until you were found out did you finally find a haven. This arc with a bright beacon shown upon you like a warm blanket. They told you if you answered the final packet and passed the last test, you would move on with the rest of your peers. That year in sixth grade your life would start to truly change.

The next year you started seventh grade, and for the first part of the quarter, it went well. Then you decided to go on the school-funded trip to the Newport Aquarium. You came back, and then, you froze. When you came back, you found out that regardless of you being absent there was still work. Something about that caused you to break. Not knowing what it was troubling you broke down and refused to do work after that. It got so bad that by the third quarter when it seemed like you were slightly recovering you dropped off the edge of the world yet again. This time you stopped showing up to one of your classes. The class you loved held with high regard. You stopped attending art class. Somehow, you passed the year but the damage was done. You were still so broken from school; from all those times, you were just too over flooded to finish your work. You failed your best subject because you were so scare of being drowned by something else, you drowned yourself instead.

Eighth grade waves rolled upon the shore and you tried to promise yourself you would do all your work and never take another trip again. Quickly you found out, that was much harder than originally anticipated. Yet again, the first quarter was going well and you finished it with much care unlike the last time. It was the second quarter that things began to change. Your dad had called you, said he was coming to visit soon. Even though that was months away you had not realized, what the anticipation was doing to you. Once again, you barely passed; your dad was no help for the science express. Then came ninth grade.

Originally, you would have moved that year. Your grandpa was sick and begging your mom to be down here, then he changed his mind and so everything crashed to a halt. Then you had to re-register for the first year as your time was up and you narrowly avoided court, having something to do with a mess up. That was also the year you finally cut off your dad, and that was the best year you ever had. You passed everything with sailing colors.

That was the time you had, with your experience at school. It was long and grueling but all the same short and blur as you looked up from the water below. Now we talk directly about us, us as a whole. So starting back to the beginning again, analyze for us, what went wrong. Why was school a drain on everyone? Why did we hate it so much? What went wrong those ten long years? Show us the technical problems that happened within school and why that has affected us negatively so, so far into the future.

For all of us those first years of pre-school were made of camera blurs and glares. While there was great, emphasis on play, there was not much emphasis on friendship, kindness, and fair play. The kids formed plastic melted friendships, based on the guise of being friends, to create that opaque illusion that friendships were truly blooming from the fabric petals that they were made from. While robotically, we tried to follow the rule of kindness but we had not been built for that sort of work. Many a times a kid would shut down, unable to truly understand what they did was wrong and how not to hit your friends. Fair play was not in with us either and it was common that someone was shoved or locked out.

In grade school, the things that we had been taught from that waste spewing pre-school carried over. Through kindergarten to fourth grade the underlying problems had not been met. None of our systems were being updated safely and so the virus of misunderstanding came over us. Again, and again the teachers tried in vain to teach us formulas and words far above our programming. Eventually most of the systems just evolved a formula to create the illusion of having learned anything. Day in day out those kids who kept it 'up' were tortured though hours of remembering without truly understanding. The systems like us which earnestly tried were often taken out of the system for some 're-programming' none of which ever worked.

Then throughout middle school the teachers took all the failing systems and let them be as they were. They allowed the systems to delete the information they could not hold. They allowed them to continuously shut down and restart. This was meant to help the systems recover. However, that recovery came with a price. Loads upon loads of important backup data had been lost in order to let the motherboard of the brains of students move forward. So, these used computers went out to people and became something, but important works of art, language, mathematics, and sciences were lost recordings in the sound systems mic.

They made it to ninth grade and by some miracle a surprising number of students passed from school. There were so many devices to give to the public the seats were over stocked with some being piled upon the floor of the auditorium. That year a bunch of students passed the ninth grade. It was a good year for all of us. These machines that had been told they were broken, left to the backroom were being used to full benefit by people. They were needed, and they were loved by the people. Anything felt possible to us, like it didn't matter whether we updated to the college software we could be of service to the small things such as McDonald's, a music shop, or a florist. Hope, which is everything that we felt, and then one by one we left in our own ways.

First, there was you, you were a speck to the learning system. Then there was us, us the children who could not keep up with said system, or so we were told. Now it is time I speak of me, for I am a person and to the universe, I am less than a speck. From today on since I had joined this school my sophomore year my life has been greatly altered. The first year here was a bit confusing and I came across old demons. By the end of that year, though I had gained some level of outside skill and friendships. My junior year was interesting as I took on AP English and American History. I lost a friendship there but out of it shone the bright star of a true best friend and final, lover. Now I am in this year, senior year. Everything is fleeting so fast, soon I will leave my friends, soon I will leave my love, and soon I will leave home. I have made it so far despite the amount I have missed. All I want now is to pass. The end is coming for me and with that, I bid adieu.