New School

Posted on June 17, 2013 by Helen
Etchingham School 1946

Etchingham School 1946 (Photo credit: ttelyob)

New school
Just like the old school
There’s nothing like
An old fool
This is not celebration
This is condemnation
Living by the rules

New thought
Just like the old thought
Curricula
Just as we always taught
This is not liberation
This is incarceration
All our souls are bought

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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9 Responses to New School

  1. Miss Lou's avatar Louella says:
    June 17, 2013 at 6:22 pm

    Very dark and foreboding! Speaks volumes to me about routine and lines. Straight lines. Restriction of creativity.

    Well written to inspire those thoughts in me.

    Thank you for sharing!

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  2. Brian Hughes's avatar Brian Hughes says:
    June 17, 2013 at 7:01 pm

    I quite enjoyed school myself, right up until I got expelled.

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  3. Geo Sans's avatar Geo Sans says:
    June 17, 2013 at 8:44 pm

    education

    ~

    defiantly

    indoctrinating

    since

    birth

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  4. EightLeggedGemini's avatar EightLeggedGemini says:
    June 17, 2013 at 8:48 pm

    Hell yeah!!!
    for a moment i thought this was a Pink Floyd The Wall song lol
    We don’t need no Education 🙂
    “the laddie fancies himself a poet?!!
    Repeat after me, an acre is the area….”

    would love to hear New School being sung with some guitars n drums n keyboards 🙂

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