Dear Sirs and Madams.

Dear Sirs and Madams,

I'm writing this just to let you know the story of my journey in a place call here. On the first day of my journey, I had the great time sniffing the cool and pure breeze that I thought was the best thing ever since the 9 month of fighting with claustrophobic in the womb. Then my journey continued as I wandered and walk super steady in a place where I was forced to understand what came after Z and why did duck quack even though I never heard such sound coming from my grandma's ducks. My hands had been trained to finished numerous writing books and my head had been filled with so many new things. I liked it. Because I never thought I could actually talk and count besides breathing. Quick question Sirs and Madams, are your kids born geniuses?

7 years later, I went to a city where the citizens were wild and dull-witted. I, too, was one of them, and suddenly learned to absorb their norms. Luckily I was able to bring along the souvenirs that I got from answering a thousand of writing books and listened to audio tapes for the millionth times. It was pretty hard actually, to cope with a big community of dumbfounded citizens who weren't able to remember their journey in the past. The officers were very kind, trying to help those who were still clueless, as if they were refugees who got stuck in an alien place, not able to even speak. We were put in a office with other 40 employees. It was nice actually, having a desk on your own, a space for you to sit and wait for instructions. It wasn't that hard to live there but sometimes I had the kind of urge that forced me to speak but I was too afraid of the strict officers. None of my colleagues were brave enough to ask anything, but to put their noses under the papers and focus on jobs given. But I believed in the power of the Mayor who sat behind his office desk. Why wouldn't I believe a person who had been elected to make sure all his citizens would work together under the same rule, "Strive for temporariness not eternal." Everyone agreed. Everyone had to. Everyone survived. Question again, my dear Sirs and Madams, did you go through such experiences? And if you did, was it amazing?

After 6 years of working in a crowded office with 40 other employees, I was being promoted to start anew in a better city with wiser people. I took the promotion and travelled again. This time, I decided to gather all the new experiences and try everything I hadn't try. Good expectations with good vibes but goodness gracious just what did I just see? A very majestic city with the best facilities I've ever seen was standing in front of me. That was good. That was really good. I was hoping that the people were nice too. Damn, they were bloody nice. And so I waited for nothing and decided to settle down there. Well who wouldn't want to stay there? My first year was amazing. But I stumbled on the third year. I realized those promises about new excitement and new policies were just pieces of papers. Well I was literally fine but I, again, had that kind of feeling of dissatisfaction and... as if part of me wanted to get out from that place. The people were fine, the job was great (I won't complain about the food) the employers were excellent but the rules. I seemed to cringe at the policy and rules, at how they governed us by forcing us to listen, to repeat the same job, to follow the same instruction, again and again, and how they chained our feet to the chairs, our heads to the desks and our tongues to the board. I pitied those employers whom their eyes were glued so they couldn't see, their ears were sewn so they couldn't hear and their mouth were stitched so they couldn't speak. They were dummies controlled by ventriloquists, and could do nothing but to see their people being experimented by mad scientists, who didn't even have the slightest idea of what they were experimenting. It was painful. We wanted to get out but the law wouldn't allow us. So for 5 years, we endured every agonizing second being glued to our desks and waiting to be released. I wanted to be out of this city. I felt the need of travelling again and running away from this place. Now precious Sirs and Madams, do you have any idea of how horrible my journey was? No you don't.

Now Sirs and Madams, I hope you are still awake because I'm gonna tell you my next horrendous journey living in the hell you created. That place you call 'University', is it really as amazing as what you've been promising? Is it really as prestigious as what you've let us imagined? Oh damn, I was trapped under your booby trap again. And look! Here I am, trapped inside this cage I once thought as heaven. It is surely the best city I've ever been but have you met the people? Have you talked with the employers? Do you have the slightest idea of how terrifying the system is? Or are you too busy to even care about those closed case about our people who died of depression? Oh let me tell you, this city is fantastic but we have a wee bit problem. It's called Pandemonium of mortification, despondency and distress. We've been indoctrinated and forced to believe that nothing changes anything. We are indeed prisoners in our own minds and refugees in our own souls. We are told to embrace the idea of grades define your future. I believe you told them to write this in our blood. I bet you told them to feed this in our soul. And I know you told them to plant this in every single vein of ours. Do you care to know? No I mean, do you even care?

Dear Sirs and Madams, forgive me for being rude but let me introduce myself. I am a 20 years old traveller, one of the refugees, part of the community, a student with thousands questions I never get the chance to utter and merely a people with the urge to know what is meant by education. My last question, if you don't mind Sirs and Madams, define education.

Regards,

An ignorant lab rat.