Sanctuary
Frustrated, angry, and confused with my thoughts moving through my head faster than a bat out of hell. I know there's two places I can go where all my troubles will all vanish, at least for the time being. The basketball court, or my music room. I storm into the music room, where papers lay scattered, and chords for guitars and microphones are jumbled. I plug my guitar headphones into my I-Pod, flip the switch on my amp, and grab the neck of my guitar and swing it up to my leg. After the short time it takes me to find a song on my I-pod, I'm picking away. My life disappears, all my problems are gone, and nothing else matters as my fingers slide up and down the steel strings. Next thing I know, I've been playing for an hour, and I think about what just happened. I snap back to reality, to realize that what I've been living in for the past hour was just a fantasy.
Personal Narrative
I passed the ball and looked back at the clock. 3 and a half seconds left. I called for the rock back after my guy collapsed. I probably got the ball back with 2 seconds left. I was already squared and ready to shoot, so I rose up, and released the ball. "Get in. Get in," I thought to myself as the ball spun towards the basket. It seemed to stay up in the air forever, but I heard the buzzer start to ring a little after I touched back down. Next thing I knew, the ball hit the side of the rim and went straight down. I turned towards my bench with my fists clenched as my teammates swarmed. It seemed like it lasted forever, even though it was only about 15 ticks of the clock. When I went through the line, the other teams perspiring heads were down, with a look of adversiteyon their face. That was one of the greatest feelings of my life.
"Harrison Bergeron" Response
Imagine a world without the standouts. Imagine a world where there were no people we looked at and thought how much of a fail of life they are. Imagine a world where everyone was equal. This is the idea of communism, and in the short story “Harrison Bergeron” by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. demonstrates that. Would we really want to live in a world where the more talented had to get held back, so they wouldn’t be any smarter or more talented than the rest?
While many people think that would be great, I tend to disagree. There would be no awards, no reason to work hard, and the idea of this is just cruel and unfair to some people. To have to wear masks if you are good looking, or to have to wear chains with weights around your neck if you are stronger than the rest is just horrendous. The ballerinas in the short story can’t even show their face, or do a full dance without collapsing due to the chip in their ear. Just the thought of having a hearing device in your ear to interrupt your train of thought every few seconds if you are more intelligent, makes me quiver. We would have no one to run our country, because everyone would be equal. Our lives would be very dreadful and boring.
So now that I’ve told you how our lives might be, would you want communism? Would you want a world where there would be no standouts, no one being rewarded, because they were held back? This dull world could become our reality with communism. So before you act, think.
