I didn’t know my life was graded by Sofia Steinberg-Crespo

School, what an amazing invention 

Where kids are stuffed into classes 

And fed information

When we get home and our parents ask 

“How was your day?” “What did you learn?”

We don’t know how to respond 

because half of what we ‘learned’ has already passed

After 7 hours of lectures and work non-stop we just want a break. For the assignments to drop.

We are burned out, but there is always that piece of homework due tomorrow that we have to finish.

I find myself longing for the holidays and feel that they rush past

Way too fast because I’m too used to the routine of sitting. 

In math and history, I zone out to wonderful worlds my mind creates. 

In these I can fly—I have the power to shapeshift and to raise the dead. 

I control the flow of rivers and where they take me. 

Like that flow of knowledge that I have to restrain because I can't fit it in 3 to 5 sentences.

After all those classes, what am I proud of?

The fact that I can memorize 4 pages’ worth of dates from my history test? The fact that I now know how to write an essay that will appease my teacher and get me that A? 

For now, I’m just a sponge for facts that will be strained to the last drop for that test.