The Monster Called tests


I can't believe

You judge my worth

based on the number of bubbles I got right. 

You slap my face with test after test, 

but what have I really learned?

I have learned nothing

except to hate learning

because it's not leanring anymore.

It's conditioning,

you're not growing a worker,

you're growing a better test taker.


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