Flowers for Algernon assignment
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Journal according to Charlie GordanI am grieved. They were not why friends at all. No they did not enjoy me they din like me, they only enjoyed teasing me. That was all I was going to get from Frank Reily and Joe Carp. I thought they were my friends, I thought they understood me that’s why they allowed me to join them.
All this time I was with them, I thought that was how true friendship felt like. All this time I drank beer with them, I had experienced utter joy. It was all happiness for me with them until today. I am broken.
Sometimes I wonder, is it really good that I did this operation which tripled my intelligence or should I have just let it grew naturally? If I had not taken the operation it would be a form of white lie too as I would not be sitting by doorstep crying my heart out in the rain.
I knew I had to pick myself up soon but not now, all I want to do is to cry it out, let everything out and what has happened to me in the past year, where my life took a drastic turn for the better or the worst since miss kinnian recommended me for the operation.
“What are you doing lying in the rain?” said a soft sweet voice. As I looked up I realise it was the ever so sweet Miss kinnian. As she persisted for the reason, I gave in and told her the truth from the start to end. Upon hearing that, she kissed me on the cheek and she brought me into my house, to talk.
The next day I walked out of the house confident, glued back together single-handedly by Miss Kinnian. There was something I had to do and today was the day. I handed in my resignation letter.