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When I was in middle school, one of our final assignments for our 'Social Studies' class was to write about in the most creative sense how we would get busted by the police.
I failed. I wrote about how the police would catch me and how due process would occur. I was wrong, because what the teacher wanted was for us to write out our violent fantasies. The students who passed wrote about how they'd kill everyone in sight, then kill as many cops as they could before going out in a 'blaze of glory'. That was what the essay was about, it was a teacher "hopefully" wanting to get into the minds of his students. I failed because I couldn't believe that he was asking us to write that kind of stuff. But I do remember what my best friend wrote. It was extremely violent. It was stuff that made the movie "Hostel" look tame.
The interesting thing (to me) is, after I'd failed this essay for being truthful, the students who passed it then poisoned the school fishtanks with dish soap, and laughed as the fish suffocated. I watched in horror, but more importantly, the same students who had aced the psycho test implicated me as the fish-poisoner, and the administration of the school believed them and suspended me yet again.
All in all, our schools are failing us and our children.
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