newyorker
The school was a mill, whose purpose was to grind you into its product. Every subject shrank to fit inside the exam questions, even—especially—the books we read in English class. We were supposed to be grateful to have been selected for this grinding, and most of the girls were grateful.
In Tessa Hadley’s short story, “Clever Girl,” a student reflects on her first week of high school. (via newyorker)