The Veins of History

I hated school. I hated school, and I didn’t realize why. I thought I was - there was something wrong with me for hating school and not being able to deal with school. At the time, it was ingrained in me that school was - if you’re not successful at school, you’re not going to be successful at life. And the hierarchy with subjects at school, the arts are given no credence and if they are, it’s false credence. So yeah, I look back on it and I get angry. I am angry about it because you know, there might be a brilliant ballerina somewhere in school that’s being forced to do maths and she’s seen as “difficult”. But if she was just allowed to express whatever gifts she has to offer, than she would be happy and she could make hundreds of other people joyous for a couple of hours per night.