I forged the lock fearing the loneliness.Forced

I forged the lock fearing the loneliness.Forced to look for a way out:a farse developing in the other room and I couldn't stant it anymore.Looking at the clock on the wall it was

almost five. I looked at lock in my hand. No one would be able to tell the difference. I waltzed into the other room nonchalantly. "Bring that padlock over here we're just about to

play pad lock Russian roulette." The gang sat in a circle. Vodka all around. Sweat, muscle shirts, hate. They don't know but I've built a padlock out of a loaded gun. Someone will

be coming in late, fumble for their keys, slip the key into the lock and BOOM! Take that. I could only watch and wait. Terill was our leader and he said "Nothin' left for the

would pass out handouts to make the perfect shiv. What was most horrid to watch would be the "Dodgeball to the Death Tournament" for the 3rd graders held in May. The gangs would pr

actised ballet in the auditorium. Mrs Silveski admired the commitment everyone made and frequently handed out praise. The 3rd graders were told the tournament would be held

up due to the fact that they'd all failed their spelling test.They cried, but Mrs. Silveski praised the teachers for being such hardasses."Kids get away with everything these days.

It's not like in the good old days, when the teachers had more power over what was happening in the class." ... and all this was happening because of a silly spelling test.

This led educators to adopt a firmer stance, focusing on discipline and conformity, which oppressed children's spirits, crushed their creativity and stultified their individuality.