School: Banchory Academy, Aberdeenshire
Imposing white harled block, impenetrable I hope
Alas I am led in, given up by a loved one no less
Hostile grey mass, searching eyes
United by their prior knowledge and my ignorance of all things important
Bespectacled help, too busy to smile and I’m left alone, surrounded
The ceaseless hum of cliques voiced within veils of silence
Dramatized smiles hide cruel intentions
Conceptualization of the unfamiliar begins
Enlisted on the mission for success
Trained to be intelligent, forced to be malicious
All essence of comfort is lost in this cement block institution
As I waste away in my own charade of apathy
The monotonous ticking of time seems to last for eternity
Till the shrill shriek of the bell
Usernames traded, a night of venturing
Into a new virtual hunting ground
My expected confrontation with the question,
“So, darling, how was your first day?”