Sitting through school pre-session meetings, getting more and more depressed with the blase rigamaroll and same-old-same-old "nothing will ever change so it doesn't matter if it's not working" stuff. So this is mostly a ramble about the boring details and the fact that maybe some things should change, even if we're used to the double standards.
Rated: K - English - Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 264 - Published: 8/15/2012 - Complete