Class Dismissed

Classed Dismissed

Emotions, Emotions, Emotions, Clarity, Clarity, Clarity, Honesty, Truthfulness, Family, and Regret.
Lessons repeated by a teacher tiresome of preaching.

(The bell sounds and class begins. It interrupts the morning routine)

Sacrifice and Respect is shouted! “Us, who are we”, yell as students - trying to cling onto our independence, self-ignorance and self-prescribed therapy.

As we drown out the morning lecture given to us by our permanent substitute. The revolution for student mutiny, has begun!

(We all stand as one, finally ready to read our letters of discontent)

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Dear Teacher,

How do you teach something that creates a familiar inconsistency that builds and brings about change and fear? In our minds, asking these self-proclaimed and self-entitled questions are familiar yet undesirable to us. We see it ironically, believing that it will always be, somehow or someway not a concern of ours, but only an empty question - repeated by you.

We struggle to remove ourselves from our seats. In any situation or circumstance, never to coincide with life’s plan; happiness, love, companionship and dependence. We today wonder, how do we rest our weary heads when change always brings about a new mattress?

Dear Teacher, 

We have agreed, let me and only me make it, and deal with your uncertainties later. Unexpectedly, this premonition echoes and cries out filling not only a room but the built-up expectations of our beloved teacher, you.

To the sentiments of the students, too many questions flood our minds. A few and only a few thoughts of another person rise on to the stage of our consciousness. We are fighting for practiced routine and all to acquainted reality so that it may become normal to us, real and obtainable.

We have asked each other “Do we believe the willingness to submit to your self-imposed happiness is a weakness of ours, or is it a controlled substance sold and peddled by you, our teacher?” The answers are now absent, but the fear of the unanswered clouds our practical judgment. You have taught us that learning through hands-on field experience and failure from attempt is the only way.

Realistically, students may learn, but will we ever accept the text booked equation?

Dear Teacher,

We raise our hands daily in an attempt to please you, and you eagerly answer not knowing the onslaught you have now undertaken.

How do you speak on emotion and considered unity without knowing halfheartedly where it will lead? You teachers, advisers, and administrators of the proclaimed normality are unaware of the end but speak on it with such undying certainty and admiration that you forget where the starting line was drawn. Unannounced to you, we have considered a lone eternity and the facets we do consider, last merely a second in the minute of your time. We stare with an uneasy gaze…all the time.

Dear Teacher,

One more question, please! How does anyone dispute these remarks and relative feelings and continue on with the lesson? We can only debate whether or not we believe in them ourselves or believe in any sort of cohesion between your lesson plan and our agenda. Only a mature, educated, and proven student of this course can willingly create a façade; masking true intent. Only to protect themselves as well as the truth they hold to be self-evident.

We may always be alone.

Students have questions and only a few answers. In this course, us who are we, need extra credit and time on the weekends. My grades may seem to be outstanding, but I think I have failed.

Sincerely,

Students of the First Men