Replace the proletariat with mindlessly subordinate children, replace Room 101 with an ordinary classroom featuring routine torture branded as “education”, replace telescreens with the watchful eyes of cutthroat administrators, and the dystopian regime of 1984 is recreated every day in the ordinary school.
If grapes are Jesus (which they’re not), raisins are Satan. If grapes are Chandler, raisins are Janice. If grapes are Harry Potter, raisins are Dolores Umbridge -- let’s face it, we all thought Umbridge was more annoying than Voldemort.
When that adorable six-year old in a sash comes to your door selling delicious sugary treats every year, who could possibly say no? Well, it turns out that you probably should.
