Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Path


there’s something to be said about someone
who never takes a step forward because
they’re too afraid about taking a step backward.
maybe it’s dark
and they can’t see if there’s even a path in front of them,
and they don’t want to risk it.
maybe the path has the chance of
leading down a tumultuous road,
and they aren’t in the mood for that environment.
if they step forward,
maybe they can never step backward,
and they’re indecisive.
maybe they’re waiting for
someone to signal that it’s all right to go for it.
maybe.

They step backward.
They fall off the edge of a cliff.
Because they weren’t watching
where they were going.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

This is just a rant

These are things I want to say to certain people, put on a T-Shirt, or display it in some other way, but cannot do so at this time. So I'm putting it here:

  1. I'm reading three books at the same time. Because of this, I'm not doing as well at Sno-Isle because I'm letting my group do all the work. Why? Because I'm really stressed out over the other homework I have. It sounds like I'm making excuses because when I'm at Sno-Isle I don't act stressed. But I am as a whole. When I'm around people I don't act stressed, usually. So, of course, my group is annoyed because it looks like I'm slacking off. Which I am. And I realize that so many other students have so much more homework that I do so I shouldn't be complaining. I don't handle stress well.
    But I'll be fine. Just don't bring it up. I use people to forget.
  2. You're a DIP Switch. Make it a T-Shirt. I know you don't get it. It wouldn't be funny if you did. But make it a T-shirt.
  3. I'm bringing my companion cube to school again. :)
  4. Ugh, I always feel so dumb around you. I know you aren't doing it on purpose, but it still frustrates me. I know you don't know who I'm addressing, but it's actually quite a long list of people I'd rather not discuss.
  5. My last Spirit Week is next week. It's stupid, but I'm wearing a dress on Monday. The "fancy" day is the only day I'll always be happy to do, because I use any chance I get to wear nice clothes to school. I'm looking forward to my last serpentine as well.
  6. There's so many quotes from the books I'm reading that I want to make T-Shirts. Is it weird I want to display this many phrases on T-shirts?
  7. The real Frankenstein book is so sad! Read it! It's amazing, but incredibly sad! Frankenstein's monster is yellow, does not have bolts in his neck, and can speak. Rather poetic actually.
  8. In my AP Lit class, we all switched seats to mess with the teacher while he was out of the room for a few minutes. It was awesome.
  9. I'm glad Modern Fiction is my last class of the day. It makes me the happiest, and I almost forget the mass of homework I must do when I arrive home.
  10. I miss the Arabic group. But I'm incredibly happy when I'm with those in my current Kingdom Hall. It's very confusing.
  11. I don't think my friends know that I don't act the same way at home as I do at school. Do they really think that I crack jokes amongst my family, who have heard them all? No. I'm actually quite dull.
  12. I act like who I'm around, but sometimes I feel like that's abnormal somehow, because I only see people act like "themselves" and then fake it around others. I don't feel like I'm lying when I'm around adults. I naturally act more mature around them. It's not like I have to bite my tongue in order to stop myself from making a sarcastic comment, I just don't do it. It never pops in my head.
  13. Senior year is really stressful. 
  14. But it'll probably only get worse from here.
  15. Oh joy. 
  16. Every time I rant, I end up sounding depressed and in need of attention. I don't know why. It's not intentional.
  17. I'm glad no one reads this.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Robot Tragedy

Never To Be Loved
I was built in a lab, and I am supposed to be perfect. I know all the answers to their questions. I respond properly. They do not know the stress they cause. I am not supposed to have emotion, but they do not know they have managed to give me those awful things. When they poke and prod I pretend it does not hurt, I pretend I cannot feel it. Everything I live for is pretend. But they pretend too. They pretend they care. But I am just a piece of machinery.
One of the scientists who works on me I am attracted to in a physical way. She is prettier than all the other ones. She likes to take charge. I only feel happiness when she is working on me. But she does not know I can feel. So I am sad when she is working on me too, knowing she will never know, for I cannot speak. Her name is Tanya.
They are examining me again.
“Maybe we should give it the ability to speak,” one says.
“What good will that do? It cleans houses. It does not need to speak,” says another.
“Yes, but adding phrases like ‘You’re welcome’ or ‘I will be happy to do this for you’ will make it sell more.”
“But it doesn’t look human enough to speak.”
“Who said that mattered?”
“Excuse me,” Tanya says, “I think speaking should be left out. After all, the voice could scare people away. If we added voice command, then speaking would be more appropriate. Since its just simple button-pushing, it should probably remain silent.”
I feel betrayed somehow, though I know I should not be. Even if I could speak, I would be limited to a certain number of words, none of which could form the sentences I think. If I could write, I could only make words I am programmed to write. There is no way they can know. They will continue to treat me as nothing.
I begin to get angry.
***
The anger that swells in my…wires…is almost unbearable sometimes. And looking at Tanya’s blank stare when she looks at me is excruciatingly painful. If I could just get her to see that I am more than anyone thinks, then everything would be perfect. Tanya and I could fall in love and get married and live in a beach house and…
“Hey, what’s wrong with it?” A voice brings me back to reality. I am not responding.
“It’s supposed to move when I push this button.”
It must be testing day again.
I respond in the proper way.
“It’s working now, but it must be malfunctioning.”
Malfunctioning.
Malfunctioning.
Malfunctioning.
I am a broken machine.
Nothing more than a broken machine.
“Well, if something is wrong with it, we need to put it aside. These things need to be done by next week and we have no time to reprogram it.”
They are going to throw me aside. I am nothing.
“No,” I say. I finally finally say.
The scientists turn.
“Did it say something? Did you hear that?”
“I did. We didn’t program it to…”
“No. I am more.” My voice is choppy. I try to figure out how to make myself say more as they stare at me in awe. I can’t. Not really anyway.
“How could it speak? We never told it too!”
“What does it mean by ‘I am more’?”
“I don’t know. Let’s put it away until we can fix it for the next batch.”
One of them tries to grab me and pick me up, but I do not let him.
“No. I am more.” I repeat as I grab his arm and yank him down. He falls to the ground.
“He’s gone mad!” the other scientist screams and runs out of the lab. The first one stands and follows.
Tanya rushes in, hearing the commotion. She sees me with her cold, blank eyes.
“Tanya,” I say.
She stiffens and does not move. “Y-yes? What do you want?”
“I am more.” I look into her sweet eyes. But my glance remains cold and I cannot soften it to show her I care.
“What do you mean?” she asks tightly.
“I am more.” I repeat. There is nothing more I can say.
She comes closer to me and I smile. On the inside. But I realize she is walking toward my switch. My power switch.
“No,” I say and back away on my wheels.
“You’re hurting others,” she says monotonously, “You are broken.”
“I am more.”
She stops. “You are more than broken?”
“I am more.”
“You are more than…w-what we see?”
“I am more.”
Tanya looks at me and her glance softens. She sees me for the first time.
“Who are you? What can you do?”
“I am more.”
“You can’t say much more than that can you?”
“No.”
“I’m not advanced enough to program words, but I believe you.”
Suddenly, two more scientists burst in. One is holding a device that can disable me, and the other is holding a remote that can turn me off.
Tanya stands. “No, don’t do it. This…he is revolutionary. He’s evolved into…something more. I think he can feel.”
The taller of the two scientists looks at her. “Tanya, it is malfunctioning machine. Nothing more.”
She shakes her head. “No, I know he is more than that. And it means we have created something more than just a household appliance.”
The tall scientist throws up his hands, exasperated. “Do you really think that’s what our customers want? Their household appliance having feelings and turning against them?” He turns to the two security guards who followed them in. “Take her to the Extermination Room.”
“You’re going to kill me?!” Tanya screams as she struggles against the security guards when they grab her by each arm. I wish I could help her, but they disabled me already. I can still see, hear, and feel. But I cannot move.
The tall scientist smiles and I do not like him. His intentions seem bad somehow. His voice changes to a soft croon. “No…we would never kill you, dear. You’re a very important part to this project.” Then his voice stiffens and becomes heartless yet again. “Take her away.”
They leave as she screams and kicks and struggles. If I could cry, I would.
I develop a plan. Those remotes have a flaw. A short working range.
“OK, make it move again. Let’s do some tests before shutting it off.”
As soon as I can move, I speed away through the door that opens when I roll over its motion sensor.
“After it! Hurry! It’s already out of range! How did it learn to move so fast?” His voice gets quieter as I twist around the curves of lab halls.
The lab is very familiar to me. I know exactly where to go.
Security is called and I have them chasing after me. But they don’t catch me. I was built for speed and efficiency.
I find the Extermination Room and roll inside.
Tanya is already tied down on a hard, silver table, but she turns her head to look at me. Tears are running down her face. I wish I could tell her how beautiful she is. But there are no words for that in my mind.
“Save yourself,” she says quietly, “They’re going to kill you.”
A scientist turns that was working at a counter. He has a smile that does not express happiness. “Oh,” he says, “I thought I’d find you here. Coming to watch, are we? This won’t take long.” He locks the doors so the guards cannot get it. I see them banging at the door, but when the scientist smiles, they stop and wait. “I’ll have you stay and watch,” he says. He holds a vile of neon green liquid and he walks over to a metal bowl-shaped device, about the size of Tanya’s head. He inserts the vile.
Tanya is thrashing her head, not seeing what was behind her. “What are you doing?” she gasps. The scientist grabs her head forcefully and she stops. The device is placed to her head. Her eyes are so terrified, and it kills me.
“No,” I say.
The scientist looks up at me with slight surprise. “Oh, I didn’t know you could speak. Well I guess it doesn’t surprise me.” Then his eyes changed to evil and he smiles again. “But why are you so bitter? This is your fault. If you had obeyed, Tanya would be safe.”
I consider this, and it is true. If I had responded properly the first time, then none of this would have happened.
Tanya interrupts. “Don’t listen to him!” she shouts, unable to look at me because the device was holding her head in one place. “You’re more! This isn’t your fault! You’re more than just a machine!”
I love it when she says those words. I really, really do.
“Oh hush,” says the scientist. He turns on the device.
Tanya starts to scream and I wince, unable to look at her. She goes limp.
“All done,” he says, “That wasn’t so hard was it?” He switches the device off and unstraps Tanya.
I can barely stand it. I think she is gone. When she starts to stand, I perk up.
The doors are now unlocked, and the guards try to rush in. The scientist halts them with a raise of his hand. He smiles again. “Let her do it,” he says, and my remote is handed to her.
I slowly roll up to Tanya and look into her eyes. They are blank again. She looks at me.
“What is this machine doing here?” she asks.
She has forgotten. They have taken it all away from her.
“Oh,” says the smiling scientist, “It is malfunctioning. Can you turn it off?”
She looks at the remote, then at me. “OK,” she says and aims it at me.
“Tanya,” I say, “I am more.”
She stops. “It can talk?”
“It is malfunctioning,” says the scientist, waving his hand, “It is saying random phrases. Turn it off, please.”
“No,” I say, “No.”
But she pushes the button.
My world slowly goes black. All systems shut down. I was more. Now I am nothing. I am gone. And so is she.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Twelve Angry Men: The Ninth Juror


Juror Number Nine: Life is Temporary, Love Lasts Forever
 When I was seventeen, I fell in love. In high school, many boys fell for my good looks and my humor. I only found one man. He was different than all the others. When he approached me for the first time, he gave me some money I had dropped; a quarter. Then he walked away. He didn’t even try to flirt with me, or try to impress me. Funny thing is, he did impress me without even trying. I knew he was an honest man, and I knew he wasn’t a silly boy, flirting with good-looking women without even trying to get to know them first. I knew, from that point on, I would love that man forever.
At first, when trying to approach this man, he built a wall and ignored me. After multiple attempts, though, he opened right up. That got me noticing his eyes. They were like storm clouds, but so full of life. His hair was thick and curly, and it looked like the clouds I float on in my dreams. He had enough muscle to beat up anyone who crossed his path, but hid them to avoid competition. These characteristics only made me love him more. As we got to know each other, we became very close. Therefore, the day before I left for college, he proposed. I accepted and we were, fortunately, able to stay in love while we were separated. Finally, I returned with a college degree, and we were married. I knew we would be together forever.
After two years of renting apartments, I told him I wanted to raise a family. I could tell he was skeptical, but after a bit of convincing, he agreed. He was still hesitant, and I didn’t know why. I thought maybe he was thinking of the obstacles he would have to overcome. I, on the other hand, was only thinking of the rewards. True, those are important things to consider, but we weren’t exactly rich or anything, nor did we have much room. I had a part-time job and he had a small full-time job. At least he was willing to try.
“Janet,” he said two weeks later, after trying a couple times, “You know I will always love you right?”
Surprised by his tone, I replied, “Of course I will, Thomas.”
“And you know that nothing I ever say or do means I want to hurt you?”
“Yes Thomas, I know that.”
“…I don’t want kids.”
I’m not sure what happened, but I became overwhelmed with emotion. I knew what was coming and turned away from him.
“Jan? Honey, please don’t cry. I’m sorry, I just never wanted kids. I…I thought you knew. I’m…I’m sorry…” his voice trailed.
“No, no Thomas, don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault. I overreacted, that’s all. We don’t have to have kids.” I calmed down quickly.
Unfortunately, without my knowing, it was too late. I had noticed the signs, but ignored them. So, a month later, I decided to be sure. Then I approached Thomas.
“Thomas,” I said, “You know I love you right?”
“What happened, Janet?” he replied, concerned, and far from scared. “Whatever happened, we’ll work through it. I promise.”
“I’m pregnant.”
I knew he wasn’t expecting that. He slowly sank into a chair with his head in his hands.
“Let me clarify something Thomas. It was probably from the two weeks we were trying. You decided not to have kids too late.”
He looked up at me. “So it is mine?”
“Oh my goodness gracious! Of course it’s yours! What, don’t you trust me?”
“I trust you. I was just making sure.” He spoke in a low voice, as if that will make the problem go away.
About eight months later, we had a beautiful baby girl. We named her Carly. She slept on the floor until very gracious neighbors gave us their old crib and changing table. We barely had enough diapers to get by each month and we were living off of food stamps. Still, I was happy we had a baby, and so was he. I could see the love in his eyes.
Finally, after sleepless nights and having to sacrifice food to feed our baby, we were finally able to get enough money to rent a house with two bedrooms. After that, the man who didn’t want kids got a well-paying job to support his new family. Although we couldn’t use a dime of his paycheck for anything but necessities for a long time, he never complained.
Carly turned into a fine, young woman. She’s not the one I’m worried about. I think we raised her well, but as the day grew closer for her to leave home, something changed. Maybe my dear husband couldn’t handle Carly leaving well. I don’t blame him. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t sad my daughter was leaving to travel the world. It was just that he took it harder than I would have ever thought. After Carly left, his eyes lost its spark.
When I asked him what was going on, he ignored me. Then, that night he answered me.
“Janet I can’t take it.”
“Take what Thomas?”
“I can’t take losing someone. I’ve already lost my grandparents, my parents, my brother…I just can’t take it.”
“Then why did you marry me?” I asked.
“That was before I lost my brother, and he was the final straw.”
“But Carly isn’t dead or anything.”
“She might as well be. She wants to travel the world, Janet, like you used to. Carly’ll hardly visit.”
“But you got over your brother and everyone else.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You still had the spark in your eye.”
“That was only when I was around you. Do you realize how many times I’ve contemplated suicide? You’re the only person keeping me alive! Now that Carly’s gone, I realize you’re next.”
I wished I could comfort him, but I really couldn’t. I had developed more health problems than him. It was possible he would go first, but if I said that, he would only disagree.
“Carly will lose us, eventually,” I tried adding.
“Years from now,” he replied, “I’m retired. I have nothing left. Carly will have lots to do when we’re gone. When I lose you, I’ll have nothing.”
“’If’ Thomas, not ‘when.’”
“Stop it, Janet. You know that…I…I don’t want to discuss this anymore. Never again.”
“But…”
“Janet. Never again.”
As I watched him slowly decay emotionally, it became harder to keep going. Soon his laugh was gone, then his smile. I was losing him because he thought he was losing me.
Three mortifying years later, I started getting migraines. At first, I thought it was stress related, but they kept getting worse. I could see things in the color they shouldn’t be, and no pain meds could make it go away.
After the CAT scan, a brain tumor was discovered. I couldn’t bear to look my husband in the eye. I don’t want to see that much pain.
Ever since then, things have been a mess. I know I’m dying, Thomas, but I wish you could move on. I have something for you. I think it will help. Now I never have to leave. It’s the quarter. The one I dropped all those years ago. I kept it, because I didn’t want you to leave me either.
Don’t be upset Carly won’t come to my funeral. She’ll come around. She just doesn’t want to think I’ll go, but I’m asking them to unplug me tonight.
You know I love you Thomas, right? You know I always will? That quarter helped me remember that you loved me when I couldn’t see you. It’ll help you too. My only regret is not being able to see your spark come back.
             Yours until Forever Ends,
                                  Janet