I am sitting in spanish class on an uncomfortable plastic chair with my legs pressed against the cool chrome legs and my arm is resting on my hip as the other writes this stream of consciousness piece assigned to me two periods ago as I sat in a nearly identical desk with nearly identical people surrounding me which honestly I don’t care about or at least shouldn’t considering the pursuit of education and knowledge is an individual act but that doesn’t prevent me from noticing and even engaging with those around me who are pursuing the same individual goal which I scoff at how the administration places individuals into a large shapeless nameless blob and expects them to be self-motivated and as I sit my teacher speaks in a foreign dialect and the announcements begin and I stop writing.
