Bromdon POV
Mrs. English
English 3H
10/22/13
Bromden POV The fog was at its worst today. Sometime between the Shock Stop and the showers, I remember fogging up, and fading out. After the fog had cleared, I found myself in the dayroom. I tried to remember whether I was brought to Seclusion or the shaving room. I concluded that I was put into Seclusion, but that I did not have breakfast. As I attempted to recall what happened this morning, I felt a sudden jerk in the gears. Then he came in. He was unlike any of the admissions here. He came in, refusing to shower. He states that he willingly came to the Combine to find new blood for his gambling. His grin, wall to wall, surrounded the Combine, and his laugh was an actual laugh, never before heard on the Inside. Either the Big Nurse, or the Black Boys did anything. The redheaded man wore a devilish grin, a dirty hat, and raggedy old work farm clothes. Later on, the group therapy session began. The doctor squirmed in his chair. The redhead, McMurphy looks puzzled again, and sits down and straddles his chair. Harding hasn’t noticed McMurphy at all, even though his is sitting right in front of him. Only after McMurphy comments that the meetings were a ‘pecking party’ does he notice him. McMurphy continues to harass Harding, and I want to say something, but yet again, I cannot blow my cover. He’s going to get us all in trouble. What is the Big Nurse going to do to us? The Big Nurse is able to set the time in the Ward. She can slow it down, and we all will just do our chores all day. She can speed it up. The one thing that she can’t control is the fog. Time doesn’t mean anything; you’re just lost in the fog. The fog wasn’t on full blast today; not since McMurphy was hear. His singing in the latrine wakes everyone, and reminds me of my father, as he stood up against the government. Since McMurphy has gotten hear, the fog has lessened. The Big Nurse isn’t at her strongest anymore. I
English 3H
10/22/13
Bromden POV The fog was at its worst today. Sometime between the Shock Stop and the showers, I remember fogging up, and fading out. After the fog had cleared, I found myself in the dayroom. I tried to remember whether I was brought to Seclusion or the shaving room. I concluded that I was put into Seclusion, but that I did not have breakfast. As I attempted to recall what happened this morning, I felt a sudden jerk in the gears. Then he came in. He was unlike any of the admissions here. He came in, refusing to shower. He states that he willingly came to the Combine to find new blood for his gambling. His grin, wall to wall, surrounded the Combine, and his laugh was an actual laugh, never before heard on the Inside. Either the Big Nurse, or the Black Boys did anything. The redheaded man wore a devilish grin, a dirty hat, and raggedy old work farm clothes. Later on, the group therapy session began. The doctor squirmed in his chair. The redhead, McMurphy looks puzzled again, and sits down and straddles his chair. Harding hasn’t noticed McMurphy at all, even though his is sitting right in front of him. Only after McMurphy comments that the meetings were a ‘pecking party’ does he notice him. McMurphy continues to harass Harding, and I want to say something, but yet again, I cannot blow my cover. He’s going to get us all in trouble. What is the Big Nurse going to do to us? The Big Nurse is able to set the time in the Ward. She can slow it down, and we all will just do our chores all day. She can speed it up. The one thing that she can’t control is the fog. Time doesn’t mean anything; you’re just lost in the fog. The fog wasn’t on full blast today; not since McMurphy was hear. His singing in the latrine wakes everyone, and reminds me of my father, as he stood up against the government. Since McMurphy has gotten hear, the fog has lessened. The Big Nurse isn’t at her strongest anymore. I