In school weāre taught:
the quadratic formula and isotopes,
the rights people had in the 1800ās,
and the rights people didnāt have,
weāre taught that -to succeed- we have to:
put grades before ourselves
because āthe stress will be worth it laterā.
I know how to find the specific heat of a metal,
but I donāt know how to do taxes.
I knew how to determine the epicenter of an earthquake,
before I knew anything about my own body.
I still donāt know anything about politics today,
but I can tell you the politics from centuries ago;
they say āignorance is blissā, but this is not blissful.
The first label I was ever assigned was ābrilliantā,
and then it was āhonor studentā;
and that label was burned into me so deep,
that I saw a 90 as āaverageā and an 85 as āfailingā.
I think Iām more of a machine than a person;
Being in four honors classes and one college class, also doing sports and the musical,
Iām my schoolās ticket into being seen as a āgreat schoolā.
Little does anyone know,
in homeroom, students can be heard talking,
about how they stopped caring,
or how they stayed up until one a.m doing homework.
On test days,
half the class has already given up,
and the other half is cracking trying to retain all the information.
Negative ābā square root of ābā squared minus 4ac all over 2a,
Napoleon was exiled to St. Helena off the coast of Africa,
the specific heat of water is 4.18 joules per gram,
My worth is determined by what I know,
because if Iām not smart,
what do I have?
Iāve been taught that my grades are the only thing I have.
At least I know,
that if I crack and drop out,
or quit whatever job Iām doing,
I know that people will look at me and say:
āWhat a shame, she had such potentialā;
little do they know, the only reason I had potential,
was because I was my last priority.
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