It’s relatable to prison, just with better company. Rise and grind, everyday a criminal, from six years old to eighteen. Your parents pay for your bail, in a roundabout way. It starts easily enough, making you sort pebbles into bleak bins, but then it builds as more years go on. By your fifth year in the penitentiary, they have you pounding nails repeatedly into metal boards, like it seemingly won’t end. By your tenth year, the light at the end of the tunnel has appeared, a light made reachable only by climbing over mountains of burning coal, knives, and swimming through hundred foot deep lakes. It’s every bit as mentally as it is physically exhausting, which just makes the prize all the more sweet. Some get let out on good behavior, while others have to work until the end. The end will come, and the triumph can be seen on your face as your name is called to the graduation stage on commencement day. You’ve now finished high school.