Robot 160070
On the first class meeting of my freshman year,
I was told that when you leave highschool
you are two numbers.
SAT:
GPA:
keep up your grades,
stay out of trouble,
get involved.
3 grades and a mental brakedown later,
I await the breaking of my chains in June
All honors classes,
pounds of homework,
extracurriculars every day.
The one thing I can truly say I learned
is that my feelings are not important.
My happiness is not important.
These schools aren't looking for students;
They're looking for perfect, automatic
Robots.
This poem is about:
Me