His opinions stayed strong threw the whole story until the end when he revealed is true feelings about his teenaged son who causes him to be hateful and opinionated about everything. He used every bit of evidence to prove he was guilty but a lot of the other jurors did not change their minds about the defendant being guilty or not guilty. Juror #3 is very rude and everyone knows it, he expresses himself as a loud mouth who has no manners. He loud mouths all the jurors and causes them to think negatively towards him. He also picks fights with all the other jurors, he even threatened to kill juror #8 after he called him a sadist.
The first stage all the prisoners went through was shock: the shock of leaving loved ones behind and of the ugliness, suffering, and pain that now engulfed them. The experience of “being” someone to becoming a number, coupled with the idea that a mere wave of a finger could mean life or death, only added to the shock factor. Moreover, this was the point when the inmate realized that his whole existence was gone. Frankl comments, “I struck out my whole former life” (14, 53). The stark realization that they were nobody, which only took a few days according to Frankl, drove the prisoners into the next stage, apathy (20).
Everday By David Leviathan Mr. Levithan, you have shared a very tragic story that broke the boundaries of true love. A is a lonely soul. He/she is genderless and body-less. He is forced to possess random lives and wander in their bodies every day. This idea of not having a life, identity and always in a changing environment since birth felt so heartbreaking.
I was continually drained mentally and felt weak and out of it physically. I had a hard time thinking straight, putting together cohesive thoughts. I was very melancholy. Reading the definition for distress, I really think that is where I was. I had this happen a few years later when I was in a job I did not like, with a boss I did not like.
However, this particular student still felt that his life was horrible because of this. Tears streamed down his face as he stared at his paper, something he had worked very hard on for several days. When the bell finally rang, he slowly left his seat and scuffed his feet on the ground as he trudged to his locker. “My life sucks!”, “Why did this happen to me?”, and even “I’m going to kill myself!” Everyone I know, and most likely everyone you know, has said at least something similar to these negative statements. People in America (and teens from all over), usually the ones who have no right to, whine about how horrible their life is when some insignificant problem comes up.
He always abused my mother, even me and my brother, when he was not happy for something. In my memories, he didn’t teach me anything, include knowledge, skills, and even games, except his yelling, vituperation and violence. All of these made me very quiet, very sensitive, and more self-center. I felt unsafe and be ready to protect myself all the time. When I grew up till I was eighteen, I left home right away.
At his high school, Jack is frequently ridiculed and tormented Cohen 2 by a bully who makes several attempts to get into a fight with Jack. Each time, Jack backs off from the bully and uses his words and wit to get the bully to subside. After Tom killed the two men at his diner, the bully cracks a mean comment about Jack’s father and that was the final straw for Jack. Jack beat the bully up very badly. Up until this point in the movie, the audience would never have guessed that Jack
And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad.
Working at 7-Eleven was honestly the worst job I have ever had. To start, Hours were crazy, from 9pm till 8am, for three to four nights a week. There was barely any time for homework because I was so exhausted every time I got off work. I couldn’t make plans to hang out with anyone at eight in the morning so that shot my social life. I would go to sleep at nine, wake up at four, and then only have an hour or two to get homework done.
I was just not ready yet when he asked me that night to let him go. It’s painful, brutally painful. For months he’s been the definition of my happiness. And at the same time he has been my weakness and the reason for my sleepless nights. I cannot move on, I told my self.