[原创]Bare Bodkin in the Erebus

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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
　　Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
　　The controversies and resistance to the awry schooling,
　　Or to take arms against a sea of exams,
　　And by toiling end them. To die: to sleep;
　　No more; and by the sleep to say we satisfy
　　The scheme and exclusive positivity
　　That education is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
　　Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
　　To sleep! perchance to dream: aye, there’s the rub;
　　For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
　　When we have shuffled off this inherent idiosyncrasy,
　　Must give us pause: there’s the respect
　　That makes calamity of so long self-consciousness;
　　For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
　　The professor’s wrong, the proud student’s contumely,
　　The pangs of despised love, the activity’s delay,
　　The insolence of office and spurns
　　That genius merit of the unworthy takes,
　　When he himself might his éclat make
　　With an abradant pen?
　　My dear William Shakespeare Esquire, I’m your little Hamlet – thy little Hamlet in the servitude to the aberrant schooling that mislead the pedagogues as well as the students to the gulf of exercises, leaving their ego behind, only by means of which could they get high marks and prevail in exams. This has made them lose their names and become marionettes, whose meditation has been caged in the “right answers”, with threads holding in the oppressors’ hands, and hence their creativity vanishes into thin air.
　　So how can they triumph without inspiration in the modern world?
　　As all the world’s a stage, and all the texts on the Internet merely players. They’ve acted out the facts we face:
　　The United Nation gave the schoolchildren around the world a question: what’s your own idea towards the hunger problems in other countries?
　　The American kids don’t know what “other countries” means, whilst the European bambini don’t know what “hunger” implies; the African tots don’t know what “problems” refers to, whilst the Asian juveniles don’t know what “your own idea” is!
　　Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think? It has just indicated that the Chinese education is a numerical issue.
　　But even have we noticed this,
　　The authority to administrate our future,
　　Puzzles the will to criticize,
　　And makes us rather bear those ills the schooling has,
　　Than cling to our own state of mind.
　　Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
　　As the Education of Constitution
　　Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of utterance,
　　Let alone us.
　　Nevertheless, if we follow the step into the circuit, doesn’t it signify that our filial generation, our offspring will also suffer from these?
　　That’s not what we want!
　　Well, wait, the descendants? Aye, that’s it: the descendants! We can sacrifice ourselves for the posterities’ sake!
　　We’ve got to sell our souls to “the Old One”, approach the Ministry of Education, then return with the Renaissance of education and benefit the progenies!
　　The mist fades away, ushering my destiny, showing the gateway, which leads out of the land of wander, the land of Nod!
　　Take me if they shall be saved!
　　Soft you now!
　　The fair Psyche! Deity, in your orisons
　　Be all my sins remember’d!