That one day, two days, three.

Each of these days was filled with suppressed anger within me. 

Spread throughout the year, the source of negativity resided in Physics class.

I've never heard so much disrespect out of one teacher's ass.

The first day, november of the year, 

That day filled with disacouragement and fear. 

You shot down, and made fun of the arts,

Thinking they were a bunch of losers, whom lacked smarts.

Declaring that they were mere gas pumpers with no purpose.

Thats his belief, seeing on and beneath the surface.

That was his idea, an idea that affected a variety of things.

In school he thought physics and math were the highschool kings.

I respected the technical majors, but to put down other degree is to put down a dream.

Day two, of Feburary is what it seems.

A student mentioned that studio art 4 will possibly have an AP test.

You did not hesitate to make fun of it, without any rest.

Day three, of March, boy were you ranting.

Poking fun at the history and english teachers, with all of your chanting. 

I wasn't only angry that he was making fun of a teenagers dream, but his fellow coworkers as well.

If only...the Liberal Arts Instructors heard your bitching, but you only complained to a YOUR class, the cowardice i can really tell. 

That one day, two days, three.

Those days i broke my pencil, destroying it in half, as angry as i can be.

Saying in my Head, "rreally? Fucker? Why the fuck do you laugh and want to see PEOPLE, who pursue what they really love suffer? What happens if your kid wants to be an art, liberal, psychology, philosophy major, WOULD YOU CALL YOUR KID A GAS PUMPER?!" ...silence.

All that frustration, fury, flame, was express with a mere pencil broken in two, hence.

Around me, was also a class who agreed with him. 

Laughing, ranting and instigating people with different ideas....everything became so dim.

Lonely, within each days of three.

I wanted to yell to scream, I just wanted to be free.

That one day, two days, three.

Its been several months since I graduated, and started a new story.

Thank you, for doubting me and many others, we will used it as one of our fuels on our road.

To our destination, To our Glory.