Who Is To Say 12/9/2005

I sit here in a room,
Filled with 18 empty desks,
Just one other sits afar from me,
White-wash walls all around,
Closing in,
Intimidating the ones within,
A few papers, pencils and a calculator in front of me,
The papers have squiggles on them,
And they are to determine my future,
If I pass I may go on,
If I don’t I will die,
Who is to decide who sinks or swims?
Why do we put so much emphasizes on paperwork,
When there is so much more to life,
Then just school, school, school,
I take this test because I’m suppose to in order to pass this class,
This math is not going to help me in life,
It is stupid,
It is crazy,
If I am to be a rocket scientist,
Or the next Albert Einstein then I need this,
But I plan to live life,
Not frustrate myself and die young,
Who is to say, “I will die, I will sink, if this test, I do not pass,”
I spit on them and say,
Good day.

-R.M.G.