Dystopian:

Down to the office, staircase by staircase, tunneling through the corridors like grimy worms. Thick stone blocks any light, feeble candles show me the gloomy path to my future dread. ‘Knock knock’ the wood near makes way for two simple taps on the door. I must have only a little while left now, at least I thought.

Satirical:

The most important and fun part of my day, a light stroll down to the principals office to discuss my enthusiasm! The bones of past pupils scattered the corridor. A jolly voice greets me to join him, one day I wish to have his job. Shouting at defenceless kids sounds like a lot of fun.