I am now of 11 years of age. One week ago, I started to attend school. Only a privileged few could attend school (that is what I heard). Indeed, school is teaching me how to act while banning what my mother would approve of. In the classroom, the teacher is the monarch. Anyone who got on her bad side received the “Dunce Cap”; anyone who misbehaved had to copy “I will not do (action) again” for something like a hundred times; and sometimes boys would get banished to the girls’ cloakroom! I am pretty sure that violates the 8th Amendment. Where is the right to "no cruel or unusual punishment"? My father is a lawyer, and at his recommendation, my mother taught me the fundamentals of law; meanwhile, my friends taught me all about the social world. We read the newspaper together, except when the air is dense with smog. My friends questioned if I could hear fine with my ear deformity; I could hear fine, but how will I know what normal hearing is like? The doctor was befuddled at my condition; he decided to dismiss any action since I passed all the hearing tests, and the action takes money.

There is also a negro kid who came by the school, trying to join the school on account of it being Constitutional, but he was turned away by pretty much everyone, arguing that he should go to that shabby building a mile away that barely resembles a school. He was born here, as an American, so why was he turned away? Did the country not establish equal rights?

Laws make my head hurt, but something that does not make my head hurt anymore is the bible. School is telling me bible stories and the teachings of Jesus Christ; then we went about how the teachings of the Holy Scripture are "perverted by those dirty Catholics." My dad always complains about how he had to help those Catholics to get their votes. When I walk out to the streets, I do not think those Irish-speaking Catholics are all that threatening at all; they are poor and broke, and they crowd into those smelly tenement buildings. I, and my friends, sometimes would throw rocks at the Catholic church on the other side of the city, as I sure do not want the pope to organize those Catholics to "launch a rebellion and integrate the church with the state." In my opinion, I think it is those dirty Catholics who threw the bomb six days ago at Haymarket. It is those immigrants who join the Knights of Labor, disrupting the orderly state of our society and bringing anarchy. Oh yeah, I do not feel like working today; they are not paying me enough; time to go on strike! America is supposed to be built on the foundation of the hard work of individuals, and they are not fit; only the fittest survive. Just look at John D. Rockefeller, truly a captain of industry!

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When my father asked me what I wanted to do in the future, I said I wanted to wear a white collar and work for Rockefeller’s Standard Oil. Why do I not want to be in charge of my own destiny? I feel like working for the cutting-edge technology of Standard Oil is a way to humanity’s future, making the best use of the oil underground. It should be what God wanted, and it should be what is best for the United States of America.