Page 1842 please

*Ding*

Alright class, take your seats. You all won't be here much longer and we've simply no time left! That final won't take itself! Right then, get your notebooks out and let's review what we've learned this past year. Who can tell me what the focus of this course has been?

"Erm...nothing?"

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Yes, exactly right.

I am not teaching you moralistic values, nor how to utilize logic in everyday situations. I am not teaching you how to be what is essentially considered good. I am not teaching you what is just, what is right, what is evil, what is cruel. Chivalry? Please.

I teach you how to look at a map, how to rip apart dead animals, how to use a calculator, how to follow a constrictive rubric, how to read a book the correct way. I teach conformity. Greed. Competition. Gossip. Paranoia. Betrayal. And most of all: drama.

Time for a short lesson in breaching the fourth wall. Did school teach me to write this way? To weave my feelings into words as naturally as breathe? My dive into literature was not achieved through a modern education. My teacher was another. One who is many. Many who will recognize themselves should their eyes ever wander to this little corner. They did not intend to pass anything on to me. I merely watched...and learned. The ability to do as such is what is truly required in our learnings, I think. That and a sense of right and wrong. Now back to your regularly scheduled rant.

Class, does a numerical value between 0 and 100 determine who you are? What you're worth? Whether or not you'll ever amount to anything useful? Sadly, to the fools in power given to them by other fools, that is exactly what a number means. To them, you will never be anything more than a number...an insignificant statistic.

Class dismissed. Study hard.