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things will figure out that no
one really learns without passion and excitement, and to turn great
subjects into monotonous tasks was monstrous.
    But Gabe had
his suspicions that the deal of school was to turn out brainwashed
humans behaving like malleable robots that could be easily
controlled. Gabe suspected that the main aim of school was for the
masses to learn to do as they were told in the pursuit of a
civilised society where the rich and powerful didn’t have to deal
with ‘out the box’ thinking and creative minds which would only
causing rebellion and uprising. If the masses were clued up and
free thinking, then those in power would have to share their wealth
and everything would change and people might then start to live
with nature rather than destroying it, and no big business or
current government could survive that. They knew that, as long as
you kept people warm, fed and entertained separately, all in their
own little box of space then they weren’t going to have too many
issues with the world outside their front door. The only issues the
masses would have would be the ones ‘they’ let them have. To
increase fear and thus consumption of whatever it was ‘they’ wanted
you to consume next. It was all business really. Control, power and
money. The three mistresses of the Gods of the modern world.
Everything was just clever tools to manipulate the people through
their inherent human natures and manufactured human desires. Human
beings are easily brainwashed. Gabe was aware of the traps and he
didn’t want to fall into them.
    Gabe tried to
do something with his hair, it wasn’t short and it wasn’t long, he
hadn’t had it cut in years but it just seemed to grow up and out
and not down like it was supposed to. He ran his still oily fingers
through it to give it some weight but that only made it look
greasier.
    He gave up,
every day was a bad hair day and Gabe thought that everything would
be different in his ideal world.
    Gabe had long
ago come to the conclusion that he and most, if not all of the
other kids in the city were kept at school more as a mass child
sitting and brain washing exercise as opposed to anything else.
Like an enriching education. School kept them all in one place and
off the streets and off their parent’s hands, so that they could go
to work to pay for it all. School broke their spirit so that they
could all be rebuilt, moulded and controlled, so that everybody was
pretty much the same as everybody else by the time they left. Gabe
thought that this was what everybody strove for; to fit in, to
conform, to join the masses. It wasn’t for him but he had no doubt
that most kids must enjoy school enough; being in an institutional
environment, being controlled and instructed what to do and believe
every hour of their day. Living by the bell. They must do because
most chose to continue to live like it for the rest of their
lives.
    But Gabe wasn’t
like everyone else. Gabe would never fit in, he would always be
different. To live like other people? It was impossible, even if he
had wanted to. But, he didn’t want to.
    He could have
done better in school if he concentrated the teachers had said. But
Gabe did concentrate; it was just that he was concentrating on all
of the things that interested him, which was not what the teachers
were talking about. Do the maths , he thought.
    Gabe was
concentrating on what was going on outside of the classroom window.
Gabe was focused; it just was not on the class but on what was
happening out in the car park or on the street beyond or even the
park beyond that. Gabe was studying the colour of the light that
day, or the way the clouds were rolling across the sky. Sometimes
Gabe was observing everything with such a thirst; it was like his
eyes were drinking up every little vivid detail. A sweet wrapper
discarded, a dog taking a shit, a figure in the distance that could
be a ghost, a leaf falling down off a high branch in a swaying
Waltz. These were the