Chief at KO

I don’t know why I am here, but I am. I have been walking around the campus for a long time now, yet nobody has yet to see me. Maybe they do, but choose to not notice me, which is how I prefer it would be. Sitting in a classroom in a building named C-T, the things the teachers do make my heart beat faster than I knew it could.    

            “I do not want to have to send you to detention again, Sam. You have to do your homework in order to learn, its good for you, it will help you get fixed.”

            Seeing the teacher shove what they call education down the kids’ throats made me angry. I wanted McMurphy to come over and put him in his place. The man at the front of the room seemed to get bigger and bigger with the ability to look down on the children. Power is crucial to this person called a teacher.

            I was afraid. Seeing the teachers destroy these kids without even thinking twice. The birds that were flying were snatched out the sky and shoved into a caged with dimensions, forcing them to be stuck in a place that was detrimental. Yet this is what they call education. More like programming, taking the pieces and bolting them into place where they think fit best.

As I exit the room, I am immediately faced with colorful fish that seem to be swimming in a pattern, like they are all supposed to be where they are. None of the fish swimming into each other, like they are guided on separate paths.

I continue to walk around, still hoping that no one will notice me so I can continue to observe, it is better that way. I found myself in a place with a red and black stripe painted along the room. In one corner, there is a drawing of what looks to be a dragon, trapped, not able to be free. This room reminds me of the ward. So many windows, everybody looking at you constantly, in order to see who will act out next and who needs make a visit to detention (of course only if they are dangerous). I’m afraid that the person behind the glass will notice me. It was calming to remember that I wouldn’t be recognized since I can’t hear him. I couldn’t tell whether or not it was a man or woman as the shades were partially shut. This person let these kids interact, it is interesting; it must have some educational value.      

This wasn’t the first time I thought I had been looked at through a glass. One time, when I was about, oh I don’t even remember, it was so long ago… anyways this man named McMurphy. Man, he was big as a door and even saved me. That’s beside the point; he smashed the observatory window, just like the one in this room.

The younger ones, the newer ones, do not have an order to them, at least not yet. The school system hasn’t been able to reach them yet or the education the teachers are giving them is not working. They don’t see what is being done to them but I do, how they are not in a safe place. I wanted to be able to say to them don’t worry because it is not too late; that they are able to run away like wild horses with no intentions but to be free. Then I realized something, these kids don’t care that a person in power can see them, they don’t care that they can be controlled like machines, if they are told that they are smart, they will believe that they are smart. But maybe they all seem happy just to make the pain hurt less.