You put a textbook in front of these kids, put a problem on the blackboard, teach them every problem in some statewide test, it won't matter. None of it. 'Cause they're not learning for our world; they're learning for theirs. They know exactly what it is they're training for and what it is everyone expects them to be. It's not about you or us or the test or the system. It's what they expect of themselves. Every single one of them know they're headed back to the corners. Their brothers and sisters, their parents. They came through these same classrooms. We pretended to teach them, they pretended to learn and where'd they end up? Same corners. They're not fools, these kids. They don't know our world but they know their own. They see right through us. Social customs will always be there, they always will be. However everyone finds their own way towards that ambition, therefore ambition will be inside us all many commitments give us a fair advantage at that. Just like the mystery machine that was started up by Fred Jones accompanied by his colleagues known as the mystery gang. Never give up the scene of crime and follow all clues presented but deceived in the shadows as they're hidden. Shine your bulb towards the darkness and may your heart be the guiding key for many clues await your destination. Snowflakes aside as how people would judge upon, everybody works in groups.