The Truth is Out There

Sometimes this room feels like a prison. A small box with one door, one window. Outside is a world that is out of my reach. I live in a cage. I don't know the meaning or feeling of true freedom. Rules dictate where I can go, what I can do, and when I can do it. My parents have sheltered me from the world. I lived in a perfect world where the only bad things were getting in trouble for making a mess, watching too much t.v., using the computer too much, or not going to bed on time. Drugs, sex, violence; it was all unreal to me. I had never seen or experienced these things. I was in with a good group of people and I knew little of what goes on in the real world. Then I came to the Academy. I learned more in my first semester here than I had in several years. I was exposed to things that I never had been around before. I discovered for myself what the world could really be like, what people were really like. I still have seen only a very minute portion of what's out there and I still don't know freedom. By being here I do have much more freedom than at home, but I still am sheltered, not by my parents, but by myself.


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