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Once upon a time in a land known as DOEAS the leader of all - a cruel man named MOE - decided to punish his subjects. he needed many helpers and set about creating institutions to administer this punishment.

now he knew it was too late to punish the old and let them be and anyway he knew it would hurt more to take the young and punish them.

what he and his helpers had against the young has always been unclear and his original motives although pure evil have never been fully understood. over many years he hurt many people. he convinced thousands they were not talented, could not achieve their dreams, that they were not clever and his most dastardly deed was to force a most fatal poison that he called realism down the throats of the young. it convinced them they must not strive for better and must remain main stream and never try anything new.

one day one of his most wicked helpers asked
"what do we do with the young once they reach an adult age??? they are becoming too big and some are unruly, the punishment never seems quite as effective".

"well" boomed MOE "we can culminate their years of punishment in one final concentrated effort to finish them off. those who survive can leave".

"but master" said minion number one "we cannot let them live in the world, they might regain some independence, dignity and respect".

"NO NO" said MOE quite sure of himself "they will forever be scarred by their experiences here".

and so he set about creating the ultimate test of leaving. he called it such to tease the younger subjects. to tell them all you can leave ONE DAY. he knew he would wear many of them down so they would never make it to take part in the final race. he created an unjust system to punish further those not skilled enough to survive his years of ill treatment.

every student who fell at his hurdles made him stronger

alas today this beast lives on. the original creator is dead but there have been new MOEs. the institutes still stand. the test is still in place. many subjects still fall at the hurdles. many subjects have drunk the poison so wrongly named realism.

many do live happily ever after.

or so i'm told

xxxA