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Old School

Sitting back in a broken plastic chair, I spot the phrase "#963" sloppily scratched on the wall in Sharpie, to mark the record for the amount of cut classes. Walking out into the concrete halls, students play with broken badminton rackets in the gym and others fail to accurately calculate a question due to rulers missing lines. Old televisions hang in the corners of classrooms, never to be used again except for the occasional VCR tape and the copy machine in the library that forces us to find untouched coins.

Old School

Sitting back in a broken plastic chair, I spot the phrase "#963" sloppily scratched on the wall in Sharpie, to mark the record for the...