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School... Shattered nerves, eternal sleep deprivation, and offline vkontakte...

School is a place where teachers require student knowledge in all subjects, while you know one.

Our schools don't teach the most important - the art of reading Newspapers.

Only students on the question "what time is it?" Answer: "10 minutes left"

School. It is like a prison - not to escape.

Then, as a child, I loved everyone and thought that I, too, love all. And then, when I was three years and five months, all of a sudden - BAM! - to school.

I hate school.
I hate her more than anything in the world.
No, even stronger...
She ruined my life.

First day at school all of my children hard, especially for my husband.

You received a certificate,
Forgot about everything
But still remember not just
Their teachers
Their classmates,
Your graduation and first class!

- Where you such clever words picked up?
In school, of course! At our house they otrodjas was not found!

- The school did not have enough money for textbooks, so you've all been given a manual on survival in the jungle.

Well, don't miss me, - answered the girl. - You see, they say I'm unsociable. I don't mix with people. Weird. Because I'm actually very sociable. It all depends on what is meant by communication. In my opinion, to communicate means to talk about things like this. - She planted the palm of some chestnuts, which were found under the tree in the garden. Or talking about how strange the world is. I love being with people. But put them in a pile and not let anyone say a word - what is communication? A lesson on television, the lesson basketball, baseball or running, then a history lesson - something rewriting, or drawing lesson, something redraw, then again the sport. I know at my school, we never ask questions. At least the majority. We sit in silence, and we are bombarded by answers, fuck, fuck, fuck - and then still sit four hours and watch an educational film. Where is the communication? Hundreds of funnels and chutes pour water just so she poured out the other end. Yes, I assure you, if it were wine. By the end of the day we are so tired that you can either go to sleep or go to the amusement Park - hurt walking or hitting the glass in a special pavilion for breaking Windows, or big steel ball to knock down the car in the dash for the crash. Or to sit in the car and race on the streets, you know, this game is how close you get past a lamppost or passing another car. Yes, they must be right, I probably was, and is, as they say. I have no friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Have you noticed how now people are ruthless to each other?

School is a place where polished stones and destroy diamonds.

School is a kind of practice or training. The idea is that practice makes you perfect. But nobody's perfect, so why go to school?