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A student weary from the week cries out, it's like "We're trying to one up each other in misery" Day by day, Every single one, lines up straight, and rigid Takes the time to confess and lays down What's going on, around in this town? The culture that is spreading is toxic. Similar to a disease, where is our CDC? Who is supposed to protect my life from me? From my destructive, wasteful ways From those long and uninterrupted days Why do the teens have less and less life jumping between their minds? Less and less excitement found in their blurry far too tired eyes Dull, dreary, and exhausted Walking into here feels like pushing against an immortal force We trudge through the mud afraid of what comes next I'm wondering if the girl next to me knows. If she believes that the way we're going leads to the cold To the undeserving, to those that remain untold. I wonder and wonder for hours, but it's in my mind and I know. This life style that is so widely encouraged and yet also frowned upon. The controversy sets up success almost as a paradox. Impossible, not achievable at least in this reality. Should I sacrifice my health for a good grade in a class I don't even like. Education, the path to freedom, but it feels as if living our lives in a hell. Consuming coffee with enough sugar to make heart spike far above normal and to pump my adrenaline. to get me going My heartbeat is pumping too loud for me to hear. “I despise where I am,” the repetition of my statement is nauseating I mean I do what I can, but it seems to never be enough. And yet so many of us find ourselves relating Why would students today rather die that go to school this way? Why would I rather stay home sick just to avoid the stress? How do you change our system, our very broken system that is no where near the best. I don't know how to fix the problem, if I even can. May, the time of finalities, whether it be exams, projects, or tests. A performance scheduled during AP week, what a brilliant idea Why don’t you just sign the forms to drive the students completely mad. I'm not good with time management. I’m not good at taking math tests or test in general that is. So why have I taken 5 standardized in this week alone. That seems a bit absurd. We’re giving it our all, I promise. Please give us a break, please let’s change the mentality The toxicity of the prepatory student mindset If not for me, or my fellow students, for the future. Please the pressure is capsizing our success, And our SOS doesn’t seem to be getting through So I hope this message reaches you.
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sarahmann
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May 10, 2018
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Written Wednesday, May 9, 2018, amidst AP exam week.

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