The classical path of theoretical knowledge and the schooling system

Albert has always had his nose nestled deep between two pages of a book. On the bus drive to school, on his lunch break or sitting at the kitchen table having dinner with his family, he was always in the company of a book.
His mom didn't have the chance to attend school, so she drilled into him, since a very early age ,the importance of having a formal education, studying hard and getting good grades.
Its was to her the only way to secure a prosperous future.
Albert was good at school, memorizing tables, equations and what seemed to be an infinite amount of data.
Years passed, until one day Albert found himself in a cubicle going over reports under the inquisitive eye of his supervisor.
Albert was tied to a schedule, he had to meet soul-crushing deadlines.
His lunch consisted most days of a hastily made sandwich eaten furtively between two reproachful emails.
His life seemed to be a repetition of a single laborious day. It turned him into an emotional jelly, highly permeable to acrimonious jabs and scathing remarks.
He felt that he was dragging shackles to which he didn't have the key.
His life followed the beaten path of millions of souls whose days starts with a startling alarm clock and ends with a microwaved dinner eaten while absently staring at pixelated fictitious characters on a flat screen.
This path, he realized later in life, choked his creativity, atrophied his brain and brought him to the level of cold senseless machine that obeyed a program that changed slightly every now and then to better serve the needs of the insatiable leviathan called the "corporation".
This path left him empty, seeking endless means of distraction and recreation to steer his mind, even temporarily, from the unbearable images of doom and gloom that his idle, ailing and starved mind produces.