The Q Doesn't Stand for Quiet (Sh*t You Can't Say to Your Teacher)

I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but they told me that it was against the dress code.

The little numbers that indicated "good behavior" on my grade report made me shudder, nails in the coffin of a complacent existence.

Student is a pleasure to have in class.

Student's work is always on time.

Student strives to assist their peers.

Student is frequently abused due to sexual preference.

The lines on my blank paper are tallies, marking the grievances of a community that is celebrated in the corner of the school basement.


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