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Reflection.
Such a simple concept, such a horribly poor execution.
Pip sat in the back of a classroom, the walls plastered with motivational quotes that would only motivate a 60 year old unhappily married woman working as a mathematics teacher. A laptop sat at his desk, presumably meant for him to spend his time working on homework. He didn't want to – quite the opposite actually – yet there was nothing he could do as the staff member in the room with him and his other classmates seemed to love walking around the class every second of the day.
He sighed. He should have never skipped his classes, he thought. It was a poor decision, and even a blind person could see that clear as day.
Reflection, referral, isolation-nobody could pick a name for it. Most people settled on the first two, some for the last; some people even mixed up what they said occasionally.
But, the truth still stood high and mighty.
It was such a simple concept, with such horrible execution.
And Pip hated it.