Cuckoooooooo
I was pleasantly surprised with
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. At first, the sound of a play about crazy people sounded kind of fun, but I wasn't really sure how a story could develop out of it. And boy was I wrong. I loved reading it, and I'll definitely be renting the movie sometime soon. I love the true nature of the characters, and how everyone, diagnosed or not, is a little bit crazy in their own way. It made me laugh, made me very sad, and ticked me off all at the same time.
Reading the play aloud in class was fun. When Ms Morrison said she had the "perfect role for me," I was a little surprised to find that my character, Nurse Ratched, comes off as a cold-hearted witch most of the time. But I loved playing her. She brought a whole other dimension to the story, and as nasty as she was, the story couldn't have been the same without her.
My favorite part was near the end, when McMurphy's female friends come to the institution in order to throw a party with the patients. They all have a wonderful night, and when Nurse Ratched comes in the morning, she is furious. When she finds Billy, a young patient afflicted with a terrible stuttering problem, in bed with one of the girls, Nurse Ratched confronts him. And for the first time in a long time, Billy doesn't stutter when he speaks. I loved this part because it was like a slap in the face to Ratched, and Billy was no longer afraid of her or anything. Unfortunately, she threatens him by going to tell his mother, and this drives him back into his stuttering, and later, his suicide.
I can't really relate the story to my life or to the people I know, but I like that part of its message s that everyone is a little bit crazy, or at the very least, everyone has a different perception of what "crazy" really means.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest has become an instant favorite of mine, and I hope everyone else enjoyed it as much as I did. :)
Childhood Memories
The first rush of excitement comes when my sleepy little eyes peered at the clock, and noticed it was already 9:00. "Mom!" I yelled frantically. "Why didn't you wake me up on time! Now I'm going to be late for school!"
"Em," she replies. "Look outside."
I go to the window, and lift the blinds as a feeling of awe comes over me. I see a blanket of white covering everything as far as I could see. Icicles hang like crystals from the tree branches, and already I see other children sledding down their driveways.
"Finally!" I triumphantly cheered. "A snow day!" No school, no homework, just fun.
I throw on my hat, gloves, jacket, and most important my boots, and storm out into the cold. The frost hurts my cheeks but feeling the snowflakes as they fall on your face and in your hair is overwhelming. I spend my day making snow angels, and declaring a snowball war on anyone who crosses my path, who happens to be my next door neighbors.
At last, I come inside, tired and shivering from the frost. My mom already has a cup of hot chocolate waiting for me and I snuggle with my warm blanket. What a perfect snow day it was.
Sounds Story
I did the dog-barking sound. Mmkay?
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"Well, this definitely isn't 5th Avenue," John said to himself. The result of three hours of walking through crowded streets of homeless people, cell phones, and garbage cans had led him to the middle of nowhere. It didn't help that it was now almost midnight on a cloudy night in July, and he had no sense of where he was or even where he might be headed.
He sighed to himself and kept on walking through the damp, dirty streets. John's planned evening of dinner with friends at a fancy New York City restaurant had quickly turned into the tedious task to simply get out of the city. Not only had he missed his dinner date, but now he was headed in no general direction, not even knowing where his car was. When he thought he had found his way, he realized he had passed the Carnegie Deli about four times already. "If I wanted a turkey sandwich, I'd be in business," he sarcastically said to himself. "But all I want to do is find my car and get out of here!"
While pacing back and forth, thinking of where to meander next, he noticed a sign for a pharmacy. However, when he looked around, he didn't see a pharmacy anywhere. "Maybe it's this way," he said, and turned an eerily dark corner. However, five minutes later, he had found no pharmacy, and instead found himself in a dark alley, seeing and hearing nothing but air conditioners and police sirens everywhere. He thought of trying his cell phone, but then remembered it had been dead for over two hours. He came to another corner, and thought, "Well, this will have to lead me back to the street."
Just before his foot could step past the last brick of the wall, he heard an incessant, ferocious roar. It was the single most frightening thing he had ever heard; a bone-chilling bark that could make anyone cold with fright. He peered out from the corner of the alley and saw a beastly pit bull, complete with a spiked collar, drooling everywhere, and with obvious intentions of ripping Joe to shreds. He backed into the wall and shook with fear, longing more than ever for the safety of his Toyota Corolla, or even just a hug from a friend.
Senior Week.. Up Up and Awaaaaaaay!
So I'm sitting here in an ordinary computer lab on an ordinary rainy Thursday morning.. in a superhero costume. Yes folks, I am Wit Man, and this is the 4th day of Senior Week! Sitting next to me is the lovely Miss Cristal, dressed as a ballerina. Today is 10 Year Reunion Day, and our class is made up of everything from doctors and politicians, to nuns, slackers, and Foodtown employees. Who knows what the future will hold if we're the future ;)
But anywho, I am a superhero, because, to be quite honest, I don't know what I want to be in 10 years. I hope to be a journalist, but there's not really a 'journalist uniform.' So I decided that whatever I do, I want to make someone's life better every day. And what better way than to be a superhero! Hopefully my future job will not include spandex or stockings, which I am wearing now and happen to be very itchy.
Anywho, Monday was Decade Day, in which we all wore garb from the 60s, 70s, 80s, and even some from the 20s and 30s. I was a hippie, complete with tie dye shirt, braids in my hair, and a peace sign on my face. Tuesday was Costume Day, since it was Halloween. Some of the best costumes I saw were: a Hooters girl (oddly worn by a male), bumble bees, dancing elephants, Oompa Loompas, and more. I was a pirate, just like every year. Wednesday was Superhero Day, which I unfortunately could not attend due to a cold but I'm sure everyone looked just
super! (You knew the bad pun was coming, come on). So I decided to wear my superhero outfit today rather than come in my regular clothes. And then tomorrow is South Senior Spirit Day! Our class t-shirts are awesome, complete with an Indian riding a motorcycle. Pretty spiffy, I must say.
I dunno, today is making me really ponder what I'd like to do with my life. Journalism is probably the way I want to go, but I mean, I'm hoping I don't go to school for it and then end up working for the APP or some local newspaper. I want to work for a magazine, my dream being Rolling Stone. But it's pretty hard to get a job, and even harder to find a job where you make good money. I was thinking maybe I could be a French intetpreter. Or maybe even do something with advertising or marketing. But I dunno. I just don't wanna be a teacher (no offense, Mrs. M!) It's just not the job for me, even though my mom is one.
Well I'lll end this rant. TTFN kids
<3Em
