That would be me.
This post is one day late, actually. Before you ask, yes, I was very close to having a birthday once every four years. Except I wasn't even born in a leap year, but everyone asks.
Your next question might be: why would I be one day late?
I spent the night of my birthday working on a school project. And just as I finally finished it and hobbled off to my bed, I realized just how much school has dominated my life.
I spend a third of my day in school. Let's assume the weekends and the too-rare holidays balance out with the homework. For that one third of my life, I have given them my time, my effort, my hope, my joy, my freedom, my dignity, my trust.
In return, I get eight hours of boredom every day, plus notes on things I already knew. Someone should contact Greenpeace.
I've given too much to stop giving now. But I will never give them my tears. Not when I fail my test, not when I break their "rules", not when I spend my birthday writing a paper I don't really want to write.
My tears are the one thing I hold back.
Some more food for thought here.