maelynslavik

Even your favorite subject can be your hardest.  

Even the "smart ones" will fail. 

Even good grades become futile.  

Even a textbook won't teach you.   

After 5th grade,

My bracelet

Was a brown bead

On a thin white string.

After 6th grade,

My bracelet

Was a green bead

Multitudes

I crawl 

I walk 

I talk 

I bawl

I run

I climb

My freshman year was sterile

I was separated, regulated

It smelled of hand sanitizer and soap

The hallways were one way only