After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he noticed the car he had been searching for was now in viewing distance. Walter hit the clutch, and sped up, zooming past traffic. However now there were pursuers gaining on him, fast and armed. He avoided the bullets with his precise steering, and kept his eyes focused ahead, where his damsel in distress awaited for rescue. Dodging bullets along the way, Walter kept looking back at his GPS to see where his Pursuers, and the one who he was pursuing, were leading him to. The GPS stated that they were nearing an empty, and deserted lot. The cars internal phone system rang, and Walter quickly answered.
"I have a proposition for you, that could benefit both of us." said a raspy, unclear voice.
"I'm all ears." answered Walter.
After the discussion with his target was over, Walter instinctively knew this man was all talk, and no action. He had a huge Achilles heel, and Walter planned on abusing it. Now the cars entered the deserted lot, and Walter began slowing down, parking his car in the center, while the pursuers made a circle around him. Walter Mitty slowly opened his door, and stepped outside with his hands in the air.
"Hmph, you bunch of sorry dunces. I guess every dog has his day." mocked Walter.
The man behind the car Walter had been chasing finally stepped out. He seemed to be around his 40's. Slowly taking off his shades, he replied, "Same goes for you, Walter Mitty," he scowled, "I guess even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in awhile."
"You give yourself too much credit, comparing tracking you to a blind squirrel"
"Shut up!" he roared, "Now Walter Mitty, I will extract my revenge. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth."
The man raised his gun to Walters forehead. "I came dressed to kill, Mitty."
Walter knew this was his last chance. He closed his eyes and worked up the courage to place his plan into effect. His lips began slowly moving, but not before he heard the click of the gun, and the loud, sharp noise of the bullet firing. Walter told himself subconsciously that he shouldn't have tempted fate.
A sharp pain suddenly seared in Walter Mitty's cheeks, as he awoke from his imagination startled. He looked over to the passenger seat to see a furious Mrs. Mitty fuming, and lecturing him about veering off the road and nearly causing an accident. Walter set himself straight, and drove his tediously long drive back home in silence, eventually pulling up to the curb of his house.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Bulls Vs Jazz '98 Finals Game 6
Game 6 of the NBA finals, the Delta Center packed, everyone in the stadium knew he was going to end up with the ball in his hands, no doubts in that matter. The Chicago Bulls knew is just as well, with the ball in the hands of Michael Jordan, a man who only becomes more unstoppable as larger the obstacles he faces become. The Jazz would learn of this in a heart shattering moment, where all the sweat and blood shed the entire season to get here, would be for nothing at a moments notice.
Michael had dominated the fourth quarter, scoring 16 on his own and carrying the offense for the finals minutes. His supporting players such as Scottie Pippen hampered by injuries, could only watch as he worked his magic on the offensive end. Time winding down quickly, he drove hard to the net scoring layup that made the difference in between catching up or being left behind. The Bulls were quick to return to the defensive, where Karl Malone finally sank under the extreme pressure emitting from Jordan's defense. He had been stripped, and with only seconds remaining in the clock, the Bulls were finally in a position to win.
The stadium was frozen in awe as they watched Jordan dribble the ball up the court, Jazz defense scurrying back desperately. The opposing team felt panic, everybody in the stadium knew when the ball was in this man's hands, he could spell doom for them. Bryon Russel from the Jazz tried occupying the lane Jordan was heading through. Michael faked towards the basket, Bryon bit, slipping, falling to the floor. Now he could only helplessly watch as time seemed to freeze, and he saw Jordan's body hanging in midair with a flawless form. The motion of the wrist came, and the 20 footer made its mark. The reality of the situation came crashing down on the Jazz, as they tried helplessly to make a miracle happen with a few seconds left.
It was all over for the Jazz, and the man that had lead them to their demise walked off the court nobly, with 45 points under his belt and his sixth Finals MVP, reaffirming his status as the NBA's greatest player.
Michael had dominated the fourth quarter, scoring 16 on his own and carrying the offense for the finals minutes. His supporting players such as Scottie Pippen hampered by injuries, could only watch as he worked his magic on the offensive end. Time winding down quickly, he drove hard to the net scoring layup that made the difference in between catching up or being left behind. The Bulls were quick to return to the defensive, where Karl Malone finally sank under the extreme pressure emitting from Jordan's defense. He had been stripped, and with only seconds remaining in the clock, the Bulls were finally in a position to win.
The stadium was frozen in awe as they watched Jordan dribble the ball up the court, Jazz defense scurrying back desperately. The opposing team felt panic, everybody in the stadium knew when the ball was in this man's hands, he could spell doom for them. Bryon Russel from the Jazz tried occupying the lane Jordan was heading through. Michael faked towards the basket, Bryon bit, slipping, falling to the floor. Now he could only helplessly watch as time seemed to freeze, and he saw Jordan's body hanging in midair with a flawless form. The motion of the wrist came, and the 20 footer made its mark. The reality of the situation came crashing down on the Jazz, as they tried helplessly to make a miracle happen with a few seconds left.
It was all over for the Jazz, and the man that had lead them to their demise walked off the court nobly, with 45 points under his belt and his sixth Finals MVP, reaffirming his status as the NBA's greatest player.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Homework Blues.
As I shuffled into the classroom, I knew that Mr. Van Camp would never believe me. I looked at my scuffed shoes and mumbled, " My homework is not done, Sir. I do have a good excuse though."
Mr. Van Camp scowled as he looked up from the papers he was marking. "This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," he suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."
"Please, you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned.
"Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good."
I hesitated, then blurted, "My father got hit by a fire truck." I soon began to regret my sudden outburst.
"Really, a fire truck? That's awful!" he cried out sympathetically, "I hope he gets well soon."
"Thanks for your condolesences, Sir," I replied.
"No problem, and don't worry about the assignment. I'll extend it to Friday."
Relieved, I began to trudge over to my desk. However, the problem wasn't so easily solved. I could hear the phone ringing behind me, and heard from Mr. Van Camps deep voice from behind me say, "Oh, this is Aaron's mother is it? I'm sorry to hear about what happened!"
Startled, I froze up for a second. I would have to act quickly to mend this situation.
"Mr. Van Camp," I interrupted, "Could you help me out quickly with this problem?"
"Just a second Aaron, I'm on the phone with your mother."
The situation was out of my hands now, and I began to break out into a cold sweat. Van Camp kept chattering away, but I could hear nothing but the soft hymning of my own demise. I kept staring into space, until I noticed his eyes had changed. They were cold with fury.
He rose from his chair, and walked right next to me, softly breathing into my ear, "You get a 0 on this weeks assignment, Mr Grewal." Then he walked past me, leaving me to sink to my knees in despair.
Mr. Van Camp scowled as he looked up from the papers he was marking. "This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," he suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."
"Please, you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned.
"Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good."
I hesitated, then blurted, "My father got hit by a fire truck." I soon began to regret my sudden outburst.
"Really, a fire truck? That's awful!" he cried out sympathetically, "I hope he gets well soon."
"Thanks for your condolesences, Sir," I replied.
"No problem, and don't worry about the assignment. I'll extend it to Friday."
Relieved, I began to trudge over to my desk. However, the problem wasn't so easily solved. I could hear the phone ringing behind me, and heard from Mr. Van Camps deep voice from behind me say, "Oh, this is Aaron's mother is it? I'm sorry to hear about what happened!"
Startled, I froze up for a second. I would have to act quickly to mend this situation.
"Mr. Van Camp," I interrupted, "Could you help me out quickly with this problem?"
"Just a second Aaron, I'm on the phone with your mother."
The situation was out of my hands now, and I began to break out into a cold sweat. Van Camp kept chattering away, but I could hear nothing but the soft hymning of my own demise. I kept staring into space, until I noticed his eyes had changed. They were cold with fury.
He rose from his chair, and walked right next to me, softly breathing into my ear, "You get a 0 on this weeks assignment, Mr Grewal." Then he walked past me, leaving me to sink to my knees in despair.
Dead Poets Society
The Dead Poets Society by Peter Wier teaches adolescents a valuable lessons in what it really means to mature on their own. When the boys are introduced to Mr. Keating, the new english teacher, they begin to desert their chained lifestyle, and spread their wings. The film covers many important concepts that kids are being robbed of. These concepts include Carpe Diem (seizing the day), expressing oneself (not shying away), and standing up in the face of conformity while learning to be self reliant, ultimately making your own decisions.
Carpe Diem (translating to '"Seize the day") was one of the most common recurring messages in the movie. Mr. Keating was trying to get across to the boys that want they want to do, should be done without regrets. Starting up the Dead Poets Society was the first step towards this ideal. Neil was one of the stronger examples of this, as he tried to grasp his love for theater, and express it freely. Knox was a character that prominently displayed this by chasing after the girl he loved, going so as far to publicly display his affection, despite the danger. Although Dalton took the phrase to an extreme case, and as Mr. Keating put it was stupid, not wise about the matters, he too took it upon himself to take action towards something. To seize the day and leave no regrets behind is exactly what those boys, and everybody apart of the Dead Poets Society were striving after. It tied in with making them think for themselves, and learning responsibility for their actions.
Self expression was also a major underlying problem for both Todd and Neil. In both Todd and Neils situations, they shared a similar obstacle, which was their parents. Both pressured into careers they didn't want to pursue, but too frightened to express any non-conformity. This case was more extreme for Neil, who really showed passion for theater, but had to do in a round about matter, so as to not alert his parents of his activities, only causing more problems for him later. Todd also was problematic with public speaking, and far too self conscious of himself, even though he expressed interests in being a writer. This was remedied later by Mr. Keating who got Todd to overcome his irrational fears, and finally say something in front of the class. Todd's personal progress is best shown in the final scene of the movie, where he stands up despite the scolding of the new homeroom teacher, and gives a moving farewell with the rest of the class following his example.
Self reliance, and being a free thinker was the most prominent message being given out. Mr. Keating's ultimate goal was to transform these kids into free thinkers, and challenge conformity. Neil's fears of his father lead him to doing what he loves in secret, only causing problems in the long run. He didn't challenge his father, nor express what he wanted to do, which only lead to extreme depression and in the end, suicide. A part of being a free thinker was also looking at the world from different aspects. Mr. Keating taught this by letting each and every teacher stand on his desk and examining the class from there. There was a lot to be learned from Keating's unorthodox teaching methods. The lessons learnt didn't just apply to the classroom and its students, but all individuals in life. It's important to believe in what you think is right, and not what another man tells you is.
Finally the combined message the movie was trying to convey was to practice self responsibility, and not cave into conformity that can't distinguish you for who you want to be. Often times being chained and kept prisoner will lead to nothing but despair and anguish.
Carpe Diem (translating to '"Seize the day") was one of the most common recurring messages in the movie. Mr. Keating was trying to get across to the boys that want they want to do, should be done without regrets. Starting up the Dead Poets Society was the first step towards this ideal. Neil was one of the stronger examples of this, as he tried to grasp his love for theater, and express it freely. Knox was a character that prominently displayed this by chasing after the girl he loved, going so as far to publicly display his affection, despite the danger. Although Dalton took the phrase to an extreme case, and as Mr. Keating put it was stupid, not wise about the matters, he too took it upon himself to take action towards something. To seize the day and leave no regrets behind is exactly what those boys, and everybody apart of the Dead Poets Society were striving after. It tied in with making them think for themselves, and learning responsibility for their actions.
Self expression was also a major underlying problem for both Todd and Neil. In both Todd and Neils situations, they shared a similar obstacle, which was their parents. Both pressured into careers they didn't want to pursue, but too frightened to express any non-conformity. This case was more extreme for Neil, who really showed passion for theater, but had to do in a round about matter, so as to not alert his parents of his activities, only causing more problems for him later. Todd also was problematic with public speaking, and far too self conscious of himself, even though he expressed interests in being a writer. This was remedied later by Mr. Keating who got Todd to overcome his irrational fears, and finally say something in front of the class. Todd's personal progress is best shown in the final scene of the movie, where he stands up despite the scolding of the new homeroom teacher, and gives a moving farewell with the rest of the class following his example.
Self reliance, and being a free thinker was the most prominent message being given out. Mr. Keating's ultimate goal was to transform these kids into free thinkers, and challenge conformity. Neil's fears of his father lead him to doing what he loves in secret, only causing problems in the long run. He didn't challenge his father, nor express what he wanted to do, which only lead to extreme depression and in the end, suicide. A part of being a free thinker was also looking at the world from different aspects. Mr. Keating taught this by letting each and every teacher stand on his desk and examining the class from there. There was a lot to be learned from Keating's unorthodox teaching methods. The lessons learnt didn't just apply to the classroom and its students, but all individuals in life. It's important to believe in what you think is right, and not what another man tells you is.
Finally the combined message the movie was trying to convey was to practice self responsibility, and not cave into conformity that can't distinguish you for who you want to be. Often times being chained and kept prisoner will lead to nothing but despair and anguish.
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