I nod and go to my locker, re-organizing the books on my locker shelf for the day's schedule and pulling out my book for Literature class. We were supposed to read Victor Hugo's The Man Who Laughs, but knowing the kids here, they probably got the Cliffnotes version instead. Or watched the cheesy 1928 black and white silent movie instead. And, knowing the teacher, she had probably already given up on us or was too apathetic to care. I sigh and slip into my seat in her class.
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it