School is for learning, right?
Education is meant to be an enlightening experience,
fill the pores of humanity with a vast expanse
of colors, the colors of Knowledge
So I sit in a desk for 8 hours, 5 days a week
8 hours of learning?
Maybe at another high school.
At my school,
I sit through 8 hours of lifeless droning
8 hours of painfully staring at the red numbers on the wall,
that digital clock, those lazer red numbers,
drilled into my head,
numbers numbers, 7 and a half more hours.
I sit for 8 hours to listen to a bunch of adults talk,
adults who have lost all passion for education,
adults who count the seconds just the same as I do,
adults who pound phrases into my mind,
just so I can get an A on a test.
Just one A on one test, as I have done a thousand times before
Follow the formula;
watch the teacher drone,
write what the teacher writes,
cram the night before the test.
The formula brings one small achievement: An A on the test.
And then I reach the end of the year,
I haven't learned a thing
Except for how to bullshit my way through essays on topics I know nothing about.
I have straight A's,
yet I have spent the year wishing I were somewhere else.
Somewhere the adults who teach are not just adults,
Teachers who have a fire in their hearts
A fire that burns passion for learning,
a passion that spreads from one to the next
So that a teacher may stand in front of me
For 90 minutes
And simply speak with words that capture my attention,
Words that light a fire in MY heart,
so that I may feel the passion for learning as well,
so that I may leave the classroom with a mind that feels
90 minutes heavier.
90 minutes of learned wisdom weighing it down.
Take me to a place
where my teachers don't stand in front of me
spewing words they've memorized
that lack emotion,
Take me to a place
where I may feel the passion for learning,
where I may go home after 8 hours
feeling as though my day has been drenched
in the essence of education,
meaningful for once,
lighting a fire in my heart
and a fire in my brain.