At 7:45 a.m., I open the doors to a building dedicated to building, yet only breaks me down. I march down hallways cleaned up after me every day by regular janitors, but I never have the decency to honor their names. Lockers left open like teenage boys' mouths when teenage girls wear clothes that covers their insecurities but exposes everything else. Masculinity mimicked by men who grew up with no fathers, camouflage worn by bullies who are dangerously armed but need hugs. Teachers paid less than what it costs them to be here. Oceans of adolescents come here to receive lessons but never learn to swim, part like the Red Sea when the bell rings.
Ne oren 7:45 te mengjesit une hap dyert e nje ndertese qe i dedikohet ndertesave dhe qe me lodh. Eci neper koridore te cilat pastrohen c'do dite nga pastruesit, te cileve une nuk kam patur miresjelljen t'ja kujtoj emrat. Sirtaret te lena hapur si gojet e djemve adoleshent kur shohin ndonje adoleshte qe mbulon pasigurite e tyre por ekspozojne gjithcka tjeter. Maskulinitet ky i imituar nga djem qe jane rritur pa baballare, kamuflazh i "te forteve" qe jane te armatosur gjer ne dhembe por qe ne thellesi te tyre kane nevoje per perqafime. Mesues, te cilet paguhen me pak nga ci kushton te qenurit ketu. Nje det adoleshentesh vjen ketu per te marre mesime por qe kurre nuk u mesohet te notojne, pothuajse si Deti i Kuq ne renien e ziles.
This is a training ground. My high school is Chicago, diverse and segregated on purpose. Social lines are barbed wire. Labels like "Regulars" and "Honors" resonate. I am an Honors but go home with Regular students who are soldiers in territory that owns them. This is a training ground to sort out the Regulars from the Honors, a reoccurring cycle built to recycle the trash of this system.
Ky eshte nje terren trajnues (ushtrimor). Gjimnazi im eshte Chicago, I larmishem dhe i segreguar qellimisht. Ndarjet sociale jane telat me gjema. Etiketime si "Zakonshem" dhe "Nder" rezonojne. Une jam nxenes nderi, por shkoj ne shtepi se bashku me nxenesit e zakonshem te cilet jane ushtar ne territorin qe i ka te tyret. Ky eshte nje terren ushtrimor per te ndare te zakonshmit nga ato te nderit, nje cikel i vazhdueshem krijuar per te recikluar mbetjet e sistemit.
Trained at a young age to capitalize, letters taught now that capitalism raises you but you have to step on someone else to get there. This is a training ground where one group is taught to lead and the other is made to follow. No wonder so many of my people spit bars, because the truth is hard to swallow. The need for degrees has left so many people frozen.
Te mesuar qe ne vegjeli te perdorim germat e medha te shtypit na ka mesuar qe kapitalizmi te larteson, por qe te arrish atje lart, duhet te shkelesh ne njerez te tjere me pare. Ky eshte nje terren ushtrimor ku nje grup mesohet te udheheqe dhe nje tjeter te ndjeke. Nuk eshte cudi qe kaq shum prej njerezve te mi kendojne rrep, sepse e verteta eshte e veshtire per tu pranuar. Nevoja e diplomave ka ngrire kaq njerez.
Homework is stressful, but when you go home every day and your home is work, you don't want to pick up any assignments. Reading textbooks is stressful, but reading does not matter when you feel your story is already written, either dead or getting booked. Taking tests is stressful, but bubbling in a Scantron does not stop bullets from bursting.
Te besh detyrat e shtepise eshte stresante, por kur shkon ne shtepi cdo dite dhe shtepia jote eshte pune, nuk te behet te besh detyra. Te lexuarit e librave shkollor eshte stresante, sepse te lexuarit nuk ka rendesi kur ti e ndjen qe historia jote eshte e shkruar tashme, ose i vdekur ose prapa hekurash. Te besh provime eshte stresante, por te kopjuarit gjate nje provimi nuk e ndal bresherine e plumbave.
I hear education systems are failing, but I believe they're succeeding at what they're built to do -- to train you, to keep you on track, to track down an American dream that has failed so many of us all.
Degjoj lart e poshte qe sistemet e edukimit po deshtojne, por une mendoj se ato po ja dalin qellimit per te cilin jane krijuar-- per te stervitur ty, per te te mbajtur ne vijen e drejte, qe te con pergjate endrres se deshtuar Amerikane qe ka lene ne balte sa e sa prej nesh.
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