A timeline like a dead tree

In Social Studies, we did more demeaning kid stuff. Such as: learning and presenting "cross-lateral movements" (little dances meant, I suppose, to ease transitions or give students a chance to wake up and stretch); reading and presenting "self-worth activities;" and creating and sharing a ten-item timeline of our own lives.

I realized that not only would every entry on my timeline be its own little eidetic nightmare, it would also put into stark clarity the uselessness I've put my 35 years to. A laughable document in both its components and its gestalt.

I realized that there were no ten items in my life that I wanted to share with my classmates.