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“Oh really?” I try to appear vague and confused
“Renee,” she huffs “You’re a senior Do you want to fail raduate?”
I want to tell her that I don’t really care about school or about graduating, but my father pops into my mind Daddy would be devastated if I dropped out of school and didn’t get es for me to look at, and I hate to disappoint him
I sigh heavily
“What can I do?” is my defeated question
Mrs Miller’s eyes gleahtly
“Write a one-thousand-word essay on the Prohibition era to start with Due by the end of the month,” she announces
Oh god, I don’t want to do this I’m already so busy, but slowly I nod my head
“Okay,” I say Mrs Miller nods with a satisfied smile on her face
“You need to get your head out of the clouds, Miss Linwood Creating doodles on notebook paper isn’t going to get you through life”
Mrs Miller’s unsolicited advice angersthat’s inco out of the classroom and down the hallhich is now eot out of there before she realized how little I think of her, and of school in general
After all, the only passion I have in life is art, and it seems the world I live in doesn’t support any kind of future that’s artistic All my teachers want to cram down my throat is numbers, facts about the past, and other useless information the Board of Education forces us to learn But art classes are optional and you can only take one class per seh
Last year, I couldn’t even take an art elective because I was forced to take an SAT prep course instead I had been unbelievably pissed, to say the least The only class I look forward to each semester was taken away froet into college But the problee, much less apply
I quicklyon the tiled floor as I hurry down the stairs like I’h school Sometimes, I wish a fire would consume this hell hole I hate so much
After all, when I’ sense of suffocation consumes me The walls confine me, the teachers want to control me, and my peers annoy me with their immaturity and pettiness
As soon as I push the door open, fresh air fills s and sunshine warms my face A sense of freedom relievesI jog toward the flagpole, where Chastity is waiting forin the wind as if she’s in a Pantene commercial