The rush of people walking past me oblivious to all the scars that are held deep inside but I keep the faith by returning here every day. The path that I walk to each of my classes are a nuance, just being on time is a pain. People both your way and step in front of you they’re living, breathing obstacles that you need to avoid hitting. They teach you that life is as tenacious as a bull, it never stops trying to hit you and knock you down but you just have to hold on for those 8 seconds and it’ll be over. The teachers here are nice and some are actually caring some try to hamper your happiness because they don’t have any of their own. The ride home is boring and almost always revolves around the resonant voices of my mother telling me that my grades are either dropping or that they’re good. My sister has no blithe towards me she is cruel and loving in a somewhat twisted way but that’s how everyone in my family it’s the women that are strong and carry the burdens so must I one day. The harangue that comes from my aunt in a quiet and lady like fashion runs off my being and into a pit called hell were all the wrongs write the rights and the rights write the wrongs but who am I to care it’s the way I was raised no emotions and respect for those who are higher than you no matter what they say. This life is ephemeral and I don’t plan on wasting it on petty, abrasive people in this life or the next. School is a safe haven and a snake pit wrapped into one there is no balance between the two only hateful and kind words the disenchantment comes only a short period later after the first day and then the absolution of one’s own life is within the hands of those who they have broken.