#whyringling

This place, it saddens me. 

The closer I get to the end the clearer I see the trap that's been so neatly woven around it. All these people mashed together in a hotpot of nerves and broken spirits. 

The constitution that was supposed to be a beacon, turned out to be the money bin of Uncle bloody Scrooge. Grasping tight for the dollars, even when we ask for new chairs we get hand-me-downs from the more fortunate; 

The golden cows, the ones that are expected to carry the name and lure in more cash. 

We are the less fortunate; the bastard child of this configuration. Yet even the money cows don’t have a say. They are expected to fall in line, do the work and keep their yaps shut. They came here with dreams, just like the rest of us. But even they got disregarded for the ever growing sea of golden coins that make up the foundation on which we stand. 

Somewhere along the way we became forgotten. 

Slaves to the constitution even though WE are the ones who pay THEM to help us grow in skill and competence. 

Somewhere along the way we became the puppets. 
Somehow, we are the ones that needs to be kept in check. If we speak up for our rights, against the injustice, we get shot down, muffled. Yet they are free to walk all over our backs, the very forces that are meant to serve us. 

Where did it all go so wrong? When did the master become the herded masses? When will our dreams again become righteous? When will our rights seize to be trampled on? When will this school get over itself and start to listen to the needs of it’s students?