white /why-t/ n. lack of colour poetry /POH-uh-tri/ n. 1: art or work of a poet. 2: poems collectively 3: poetic or tenderly pleasing quality. 4: anything compared to poetry. I. in the exam world, the papers are breathing. pens swish and glide, almost silently. the air is flat, still, deadened but for the quiet padding of feet. and i wonder why. II. institutionalised minds build and shape our world. III. fast forward: "you're like a robot!" wide eyes gaze in awe at human mechanical efficiency. we sit opposite each other at the table, two girls: one young, one younger and i cannot help but admire her thoughts on the world. she breathes it in and cannot take it quickly enough. ~ everything is new to the very young -- fresh minds are as yet unfettered by ordered thinking IV. the ultimate irony: the real learning starts once leaving school and yet school is where we go learn how to think properly i question why i want to work at one -- learning should never be forced: a natural mind should instinctively lead to living life voraciously. II(b). i think it's a good thing.