Dear Mr. Schneider, I attended your elementary School almost thirty years ago And I'm very sure that You will remember Me.
My name is Suzy. I'm that hyperactive girl From the Egyptian family Who used to always play dead On the playground during Recess.
You used to keep me After school a lot, And then my father would Force me to make the long Walk home in the cold or rain. Sometimes I would arrive After dark.
I'm writing to tell you That I was bored as a kid. I was bored by your curriculum And the way I was always taught a Bunch of useless Junk.
I did not like being locked up In a prison of scheduled time Learning about irrelevant material, And watching belittling cartoons and Shows approved by academia that Made me even more Bored.
As a kid Who was constantly Growing, evolving, and Being shaped by all around me, I wanted to travel, See other kids In the world like me, To understand what was going On amongst us and around us, To know what we were here for And what was our real purpose For existence.
I have some questions I would like to ask you, Mr. Schneider, Now that I know that you are no Longer a school principal, But the new superintendent Of the entire school District.
I want to know Why racism today Was not clearly explained to me Even though we covered events That happened long ago. I want to know why you Never shared with us Why other countries Never liked us, Why we are taught to compete, To be divided in teams, And why conformity is associated With popularity, while Eccentricity is considered Undesirable?
I want to know Why my cafeteria lunches Were slammed packed With bottom-tier Processed junk food Only suitable For pigs? And why is it That whenever a bully Slammed a kid into a locker for His lunch money, Nobody explained to us That egotism, selfishness and greed Were the seeds of War?
I want to know Why we were never taught To stick up for each other, To love one another, and that Segregation sorted by the Occupations of our fathers, The neighborhoods we lived in, our houses, Choices of sport, wealth, clothing, Color of our skin And the texture of our hair Should never, ever Divide us?
And lastly, I want to know why Is it that whenever I pledged Allegiance to the flag, I was never told that I was Actually hailing to the Chief?
You used to say that I was a troubled child, A misfit, and that I needed Obedience training, But you never acknowledged that I was the fastest runner in the district And that I took the school To State and Nationals to compete In the Spelling Bee among kids Grades higher than me. And that it was me, Who won that big trophy That sat in your office when you Used to detain me for hours And tell me I was no Good.
Mr. Schneider, If we are not taught truths as kids, Then how do you expect us to Grow up to be truthful citizens? If we are only being taught the written way, And it has not shown positive effects In societies of yesterday or today, Then how can we progress as a United and compassionate Nation? What good is it, To memorize the histories Of our forefathers, Without learning what could be Gained from their lessons and mistakes To improve our future Tomorrows?
And finally, I want to thank you; For I know you have a tough job Dealing with rebellious children like me. Your job of mass processing and boxing The young minds of America has not been an easy one, And I congratulate you On your recent promotion. But I sincerely want to thank you, Thank you, And thank you, For always pointing out That I was Different.