I feel so locked in this classroom. Even the great cherry tree in front of the window, with the beautiful birds that whistle happy songs, seems like a guard who doesn't want me to escape. I'm longing to see the blue sky behind its branches, but I'm afraid the sky will be white or grey when the leaves are finally fallen. White or grey, like the walls of this classroom, that are closing me in.

I'm locked here, with 30 kids that all hate me...