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Back to school

back to school , ...
that starts by entering the school through the gate , a few boys were playing soccer - i think there were 2 pairs of guys , playing hard ... cause i could feel and hear the smack when they hit these modern hard pumped shiny white soccerbals with their shoes ...

i walked by them almost ignoring them ...
when i arrived at the playground , the place we would have to await the bell - that horrific moment when "free" ends and standing in line and walking to the classroom begins ...

Micha was standing there with some schoolfriends , ... as usual in school i didnt know what to say to anybody , and that felt awkward ... cause most of the classmates were talking about stuff like they always do ...

i think i saw on the wall a small name tag of my little brother kris , as if he was teaching there too

then the moment where the teacher came to pick us up came very close , but first i saw this container , it had some subdivisions and stuff was in there , ... like parts of a chemistry teaching school lab ... i took one and started to investigate it ...

it was a rectangular mechanical stopcock with a square center that showed white ribs in the shape of a maze , or labyrinth ... the odd thing about it was that water was flowing through the trajectory of this maze , on the outside of the device - defying the laws of gravity ...

then , we were in the classroom , ... it didnt really feel as if it was the first day of the schoolyear , but almost ...
i was sitting next to my mom ... listening - in a filled classroom - to the boring talk of the ( chemistry ) teacher , it was that boring , annoying and non-relevant that i thought " no wonder i had allergy in my youth
cause the talk was so self-assured , so bounding , so short-sighted that it made me feel a prisoner ...

i think i expressed the fact that it made me allergic cause the teacher started to explain why my mother was the one to blame ... of course i defended her ... knowing it was not the fact , and this was another example of the short-sightedness of the teaching ways ...

so class went on and on , and i started to rebel :
the moment the teacher turned her back - i threw my air-filter mask at her ...
or the moment she left class - i made a short sprint in class walking barefoot on the wall leaving footprints as high as possible on the chalkboard , with the sole reason to annoy her in the face ...

the fact that her ways of suggesting and teaching the wrong way of thinking felt enormous troublesome and that this form of mutiny developed a certain hate-hate-relation between me and the teacher , ... encouraged my feeling of being an outcast in this community

i double checked this feeling by asking the whole class - while she was gone - how they felt , ... to see if they agreed to her - the community's - vision or my rebellious - in my opinion the openminded - vision .
well , even before i could pronounce my question , everybody raised hands pointing out their unanimous consensus - in contradiction of my expectations : " the teacher is always right ! "

this enraged me , ... i looked out of the window and indeed i saw an enormous black stormcloud blackening the sky overtaking the city beneath it ...
i felt as this was my rage and not something outside of me so i turned the storm to my hand , expressing my rage making the storm even bigger , darker and more violent

this moment i flew out of the window - as if this storm had breached the walls of my prison - away from school , class , the teacher and her faulty ways ... i felt relieved ...
i raced through the sky of an historic city center , i saw an old town-hall and streets plaved with shiny cobbles , few people saw me flying by and while looking into their eyes i felt as if they shared my relief , my happiness ... and they cheered !

more and more people showed in the city as if a big festival was happening on the market and in the streets , ... i heard loud ( trance ) music and my good feeling only increased ...

i flew over the heads of thousands of people and as i encouraged them , they all cheered - happy to see me express and - sharing my freedom , enjoying the music , ... this making me soar even more ended the dream in unity .

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