1400+ pairs of Birkenstocks shuffle into Churchnasium. All the sheep wearing their gleeming red, white, and blue polos. Perfectly pleated, ironed khakis and polyester skirts find their way to chairs and bleachers.
4 Blue Ribbon Awards.
That's right, our school is perfect. Groomed. Bred. Paid for. Pedigrees are practically screaming at you.
Our choir sings for the bureacrats. Jazz band does its best. I'm proud.
Look. Look how we smile. We can clap at all the right places. We love each other. We are a community. We watch out for each other. We have each other's backs.
And then, I remember. The man they proclaim as "the best principle in the country" kicked my sister to the curb. Oh my aunt & 2 uncles too. Raging hypocrite. I'd hate to see the other principles.
I'm done being angry now. 4 more months and I'm free.
1 comment:
yah i agree it was creepy and cultish. high school musical is evil.
kittens smell fishy
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