Gold day after gold day, I spend my time in an academy class that I find pointless. Senior academy time is used for certain teachers to give us lessons on things they think we will need to know when we get out on our own next year.

Not only do I sit through that time bored and staring at the ceiling, I spend the last 10 minutes of my first hour class figuring out which academy I’m supposed to switch to. Then, when I can’t figure it out, I spend my seven-minute passing period searching frantically around the commons area for someone in my academy class.

By Sheldon Niernberger

Test time. Listen closely; dilated eardrum. Does a vibrated creak volley in? Almost as if the elbow of the student sitting beside you has some kind of metal contraption gyrating out answers at a superhuman pace.

The truth is, he does. He’s carefully pieced together an answering machine through years of being conditioned in the education realm. This self represents the ideal students of Hays High; those termed “good” students or “hard” workers. These descriptions suffice, but a misconception is their intellect. Some “good” students are truly intelligent, and schoolwork simply comes with ease, and they retain their intellectual freedom.

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