I did pretty well in school but when September comes around, I still get the heebeegeebees. Maybe it’s why I’m allergic to ragweed and all of the fall pollen, while springtime doesn’t bother me a bit. There couldn’t be anything more fun than learning new stuff, so what’s the problem? Could it be that structurally, internally and externally, schools are not so easily distinguished from prisons? The better to prepare you for the day shift.
But here’s another imagination of school. What could this be like?
’20 years of school and they got you on the day shift’ – Bob Dylan