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The crude beast of my future I know I will never be super I cant make honors so my life will by shattered like the trail left by bombers I try too hard to make my life good to make my sure I wont live in a junkyard from the second I was born I would be told I could I could do anything I want I could say anything I want I could believe whatever I want And it is as if life is making my life miserable by all of its taunts The truth hurts they say That luck will eventually come my way School is a pit of destruction that crushed dreams more than it creates them cause there is now way I can get my GPA, SAT, MCAS, or RPMs hight enough. I love learning but hate being graded on the right answer. There is more than one right answer and if if it doesn't fit in your ideal world I will just have to become an exotic dancer Cause I want to change education not become enrolled. By, Brennan Gunster

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Date: 3/16/2016 10:43:00 AM
Beautiful and true write. Your angst here can be felt. Learn for yourself, not the grades. Maybe you'll feel better..
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