This makes me sad in so many ways. I feel the sadness of being back there in third grade, disappointing my teachers and parents, wondering what was wrong with me. I feel the sadness of knowing my parents and teachers were doing the best they could. And then, finally, I feel the sadness of knowing that we were all enrolled in a banking system and that, even now, there are young people laboring under this system, being told that their dreams of being a writer, or an artist, or even just an educated person, hinge on their ability to sit still in a square box, when, for so many of us, it hinges on
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