I once got an assignment in English about a creative writing piece. It told me to write about what I knew.

I turned in my math homework.

I thought this was a valid story, it portrayed what I knew. I know Bethesda. I know how to color in the lines. I know how to sit back and let other people control my life. Isn't that what every monkey, I mean student, is trained to do. My life up to this point has entertained 1,850 days of school. 11,100 hours. 666,000 minuets. 39,960,000 seconds. Every moment I have spent in the poorly lit halls of school have been excruciating, and all I have to look forward to is 2 more useless years of information being impressed upon me. A majority of said information will be forgotten, lost in the vast temples of my apathetic mind; yet I am receiving one of the best public educations in the Nation. I have come to the conclusion that the nation is being cheated.