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Education

I know how to analyse Shakespearean text 
And I'm learning how to be creative and make a mess 
I've had the sex talk and how not to have a baby 
I've been told what it means to be a lady 
I know not to do drugs and alcohols bad 
But not what to do when I'm feeling happy or sad 
I've been taught how to count beats and how to play the guitar 
But not how to use my talents and how to get far 
I've been told how not to have child that's done 
But not what to do when I actually want one
I can make mini cartoons on computer screens 
But don't know where to give blood or how to help charities
I can do quadratic equations and cumulative frequency graphs 
But don't know all the different career paths 
I've been taught all this shit that I'll never use
Instead of critical first aid or signs of abuse.
I've been taught mass and weight and about how other planets are far
But not about planning for the future or what my human rights are
I don't know how to apply for a job or write a CV
But I can calculate the speed of waves in the sea
I don't know how to prepare for an interview or get jobs and work 
But I know the history of other countries and about the Catholic Church 
I can say phrases in French and learn it for free,
But things like that aren't important to me.
What we're taught doesn't make sense but we don't get a choice 
We're just the students but we have no voice.

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