School spirit

Alpha, step. Omega, step
Kappa, step. Sigma, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Oooh hecky naw that boy is raw


ME: "Amii, you need to calm sown, you need to put the stick outside and get yourself to the office before you do something really stupid."
AMII: "No, you go to the fucking the office, I'm gonna smash his fucking face in!"

There are those dead-end days, dragging yourself to work like so much meat on a stick. Eerily calm. The lights are on and no one's home... everything is going wrong and you know you won't win so you don't bother trying. A window gets smashed, a student is reduced to hysterical tears for no apparent reason when you ask him how he is doing with the work. It would be funny if it wasn't happening to you but it is. It's a living but it isn't much of a life, or so the saying goes (round and round in your head) as it gets harder to fall asleep at night, harder to wake up in the morning, you're waking up two or three times through the night in the grip of night terrors and it's hard to separate the nightmare from the darkness at 4:30am.


AKA, step. Delta, step
S G Rho, step. Zeta, step
Gangstas walk, pimps gon' talk
Oooh hecky naw that boy is raw


SAM: "Can I go get a drink?"
ME: "No, the bell just went, you know the rules."
SAM: "Yeah, but my dad had a heart attack. Can I go to the toilet please?"
ME: "What does your dad's health have to do with the rules I said no."

Sometimes you should keep your mouth shut, your not thinking straight and everything that comes out is the wrong thing to say. It's been bottling up inside and every word stinks sour with venom. The job won't sit right, you feel like a fuck-up and you can't reconcile with yourself all the ADHD and asbergers and parental neglect and poverty and teenage pregnancy and low self-esteem and serious drug abuse and teenage crime and unemployment and all the other serious problems to which there are no real solutions. How do you live in the world knowing that 'normal' is not the norm. If you worked at a good school in a rich suburb it wouldn't look like this but you have to face the facts... education for the rich, for everyone else it's about getting used to the disadvantages passed down by birthright, this is not a classless society, this is a society where the lines are drawn in invisible ink.


I feel a woo coming on, cuz. I feel a woo coming on, cuz
WOO
There it was
A some woos coming on, cuz. A couple woos coming on, cuz
WOO, WOO
There they was


I repeat; THIS IS NOT A CLASSLESS SOCIETY, THIS IS A SOCIETY WHERE THE LINES ARE DRAWN IN INVISIBLE INK.


I feel a woo coming on, cuz. I feel a woo coming on, cuz
WOO
There it was
A couple woos coming on, cuz. A couple woos coming on, cuz
WOO, WOO
There they was...