Oktober
Komrade

It was one of the first days of school, but luckily I had only an hour or so to go. The subject ahead was sports. Sadly, I couldn't find my sports bag directly, and without consulting the teacher I went searching for it. My passage was blocked because of the cleaning personnel, They were cleaning the hallway giving entrance to the Magritteroom I wanted to enter. I asked the one of the women to give me the key to go inside, she refused. So I asked an Asian cleaning lady and I somewhat begged for it, she was willing to lend me her key. I entered the Magritteroom and it was dark and deserted.

The next thing I remember is still in that room where I find myself digging in a heap of sports bags and emptying them to see if I can find my stuff. I had already built a heap of sports shoes as tall as myself when I gave up and wanted to head home. When I opened the door of the room, I saw 2 teachers heading my way, one of them I knew from a couple of years ago. They somehow knew where I was and they said they wanted to talk to me.

They told me they wanted to speak to me about my bad behavior score of the preceding year. I was stunned because I'm always attentive but also critical towards the subject matters. They told me I scored weak because of my extremist points of views and I should score more this year if I wanted to end this school successfully. They admitted that they were forcing me to stop having the political views I have.