We can work, work. And it will never be enough. The hours we have studied  and tears we've cried will not be enough to boost the grade up to an "A." Those stupid letters. Seemingly representing who is smart, who is not...they lie. The letters you give us do not begin to cover the vastness of our brilliant capabilities, and you don't seem to grasp that. One point docked will make or break my scholarship offer. You are that heartless and inconsiderate?  Not caring for even a second what will come of that one measly missing point. Give it to me dang it! Witch! As if you care at all what becomes of my grade. Won't you believe in us? HELP US! My name on the attendence roll is all you seem to see. All year long, you butch my name. The Z comes before the N! I take my seat. Blue projector light flashes on . Slide after slide, notetaking, and cramped, lead-covered fingers. All just a jumble in my brain. "How do I solve this problem?  I don't understand." You walk past me with no reply. "Can you help me with this question?" "No." A teacher. A TEACHER, just refused to answer a question. 54 problem assignment, due tomorrow. No explation of how, only orders to do. The final exam is coming, I stress myself out to bleeding thumbs and dark shaded eyes. Top knots and sweats, that's it. So tired. Anxiety fills me. I am overwhelmed with a pounding head.. I am not smart enough. I can't do this. I wake early and arrive at your classroom. Only to see a closed door. You are not here to help like you promised. It doesn't matter to you. Your Aqua Net perm, frizzy and dizzying. We call you wench, witch, cold, horrible. You yell and call us disobedient, loud, obnoxious. School isn't  learning anymore. Learning is discovering, experiencing. School is only an atmosphere where we're misunderstood. Judged. Creativity supressed, and needs not considered. You've ruined it. I can't do this anymore.