break the glass.
the dwindling summer days pass away as if i turn once and off they go. the fact i must spend two actual weeks of this fine summer schedule, does not comfort me any at all. it's as if the torture and horrible memories of it all floods back to me. back to the box. back to the rooms of boring paint colors and dull children surrounding me. a meticulous woman, lashing against any and all of us as we utter a single sound. locking us down into these most uncomfortable stalls to soak in all that they throw at us. is this what education is? does this way of teaching help me in any way? where can we have a chance to actually enjoy coming to this, to enjoy learning and accepting that education can be enjoyable. no, not here for sure. not at this, not like this. there's a way to get to students, a way to get to those who need to acquire the facts and ability to move on later in life. but obviously we haven't chosen that correct path yet.
sitting in the so called "scholarly room" where i am to express my mind, and learn all that i can has not worked as it should. what can be improved? how can i better this learning experience? someone else to instruct me, different children around me, a more comfortable atmosphere, and beautiful scenery. too much to ask for of course? not at all, not when such an important topic as "education" comes to mind. for it is what we will use later on in life to lead our world right? it's what the next generation teeters upon. why not be lavish and indulge in this well needed education? of course not, taxes should go to something else.
as i continue to sit and talk to myself, and bite my tongue about the problems that surround me- times are good else where. some still sit at a café de la belle élégance, and sip their morning latte. some still can enjoy the beauty of our world, the scenery we all wish we could see once again. to enjoy the atmosphere and world around us, as opposed to cringing over the weather and surroundings we're stuck in. others have made their way to a safe haven away from this land of heat and boredom. to the beautiful appalachians and the forests of the far northeast. to enjoy the lush life alone for a few weeks of serenity. as the time ticks away and we are only left with a few precious weeks i hope to make the most of them. love still springs and flows between some, bonds still strong, and lust still present. others attempt at it and fail, as other beleive they have something that has yet to be proven. how can we know if this shall ever work, or if it's even real at all? let time be the one to lead the path, to show the outcome.
so many thoughts and events going around. so many events to enjoy the company of. the friends around us, the times we share laughing or even arguing. whether some are truly off and about or just merely faking it, who will know? backseats of automobiles ruined and covered in dark soil, tempers flare and anger arises. love is thought to be found, or maybe tis merely a one night of lust. blades to be found, events to be organized better, and licenses to be obtained. all a part of this summer's greatness. may the fun continue, may the misfortunes of summer not get to us. ah, it's all such a long story. pour me another, i'm getting lonely and bored once again.