Every morning, you are torn from your deep sleep, pulled out of your bed, and put into a moving box. This moving box takes you to a large box with other people. Now, in this box, some people are in charge, regardless of how smart they are. For some reason, age determines superiority. Well anyway, in this large box, you get to have a box of your own… except, you really don’t get to keep anything good in your box. Only the stuff that they give you is allowed in there. And forget about privacy, the older people can get in your box and look at your stuff at any time.
Now, in this large box, there are medium size boxes. In these boxes, you learn things that you can apply to the Very Large box of life. Well, when it is time, your bell rings, allowing you to leave your box and head for the feeding box. You are granted 30 mins. to eat (I have never found a Union of workers that would settle for 30 mins. of lunch) and leave for… yep, your next box!
After your day of boxes is over, you get on the moving box for your living box. Welcome home, or should I say “Welcome box”.