this'll be quick I promise. I read a lot tonight. Not gonna lie, I didn't finish the book like I was supposed to but I didn't realize how much i had to read so, I'll finish it tomorrow. I'm only 50 pages from the end. ANYWAY. I read past all the drama I wrote about earlier and got to this part where James met a new patient, a big guy with no left arm and half of his right, with tattoo's and was scary, even to a bunch of drug addicts, and was smelly...like, rotten flesh, hasn't bathed in a year, brushed his teeth with motor oil 4 years ago smelly. The description was brutal. The unit gets a big feast, for... basically no reason other than there is gonna be a TV fight they're all excited for (this is a big communion scene for my English teacher's knowledge), so they are all eating this big feast and stuffing their faces and James notices Sr.Scary Face and asks him if he wants James to get him some of the food. The man does NOT respond nicely. He yells and says F you and tells him everyone is just going to relapse in 6 months and it's all I lie. James just walked away (cause he's recovering and is strong and I love it and I cheered in my head when I read him walking away), but well... It made me mad.
It got me thinking about kindness most of all, over the annoyance I felt for this man I got thinking, in middle school we got fed this "Racheles Challenge" thing, which I honestly think they just pumped up to make us be kinder to one another, but they said that Rachelle was the kind of girl that came up to new kids who sat alone at lunch and invited them to sit with her and her friends no matter what they looked like. I have always tried to be like that, and I don't know if thats because of this Rachelles Challenge thing or if it's because my parents raised me to be a good human being, or if it's just in my genes, but I did think about how not many people do this. Yes we do this for foreign exchange students because they're exotic and cool, and for the transfers that are pretty and smell nice and are on the lacrosse team, but who does that for Sr. Scary Face? In 5th grade a girl transferred here and she was Jewish and a tad overweight and no one talked to her. I did, and my parents said they were really proud of me, and I've always tried to be like that. I just think about all the times I see kids either ignore the no so attractive, or fat, or smelly kid, and well... I think that's wrong. I've always tried to talk to those kids, the outcasts. Maybe that's why it made me mad when Sr. Scary Face yelled at James. He was just trying to be nice, I guess I identify with him in that moment, and I want to be the kind of person who can just walk away when someone says "F you" when I was only trying to be nice.
On a side note, You probably shouldn't take my word when I say "this'll be short" yeah. Sorry... That wasn't short. I'll work on it. Also, totally unrelated note, I'm writing this on my new mac book pro, and as I'm writing this, in my "dock" on the bottom of my screen, as I'm writing there is a reflection f my writing as I'm writing it. It's only a tad REALLY COOL!
Anyway. I'll blog about the end tomorrow. Probably.
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