Oh Teacher
Stellamkok for Taylor
Black female. 5th grader.
A very vulnerable student who is often the first to buy into the false promises that her teacher bestows upon her. Taylor attempts to keep her mood up and do what is asked of her in a school that denies her any agency whatsoever, but often fails and blames herself.
I try to be a good girl, but I miss my best friend Jada. We got chosen in the lottery together to go here, but her parents couldn’t make the requirements to sign the contract and so she has to stay at public school while I’m here all by my self. This wouldn’t be so bad if I could make new friends but there are people constantly watching at lunch and on the bus to make sure we don’t talk to each other and instead study. And I’m just so lonely.
Market Market is the cure
To distribute public goods
Public sphere inspires sloth
Competition makes growth.(Do this like a chant).
Oh Teacher, it’s all this test prep. I feel my brain constricting. I don’t know how this relates to life, teacher. I don’t even know what life is anymore. All I know is test prep. It’s been so long since I wrote a paragraph. I’m not even sure I can write one anymore. Oh how I long for there to be two equally valid interpretations of something. But I fear that my brain is narrowing so much I will only see one as valid. My brain teacher, my brain! I need it to understand life. What is happening to my brain?
