My Review of The Elephant Man

My Review on The Elephant Man

            I felt like The Elephant man was a good movie. At first I thought John Merrick was a monster, I felt like those people who observed John Merrick like if he was some sort of circus freak. My feeling towards him changed throughout the movie. I started feeling bad for him because he was a human being, and society was treating him like an animal. I put myself in his shoes and tried to understand what kind of harsh life he was having. I also thought about how I wanted people to treat me and I surely didn’t want to be treated like an animal. Once I did this I viewed John Merrick differently. I just felt like making things up to him, because the way he was treated was wrong. I admire the fact that John Merrick stayed happy even thought he easy treated bad.

My Name is John Merrick

My Name is John Merrick

            Today I was being observed, I was a total joke to the people. A person who works here in the hospital brought people to make a fool out of me. The crowd who was observing me like some kind of monster or animal actually paid the man just to get a good look at whom I am. They mistreated me, I’m not an animal, I’m a human being.  My heart was torn into pieces right when I was getting a bit comfortable feeling like a human being. Dr. Treves treated me so well that I had totally forgot about how it felt to be viewed as an animal. All those awful memories came back when the crowd was just looking at me in disgust and making fun of me due to my deformity. Why do I have to suffer through these experiences? I’m a human being too I shouldn’t be treated like an animal.

Welcome to my Nightmare

Welcome to my Nightmare

            Fear is so unpredictable. I was once in a nightmare where I was being chased by Chucky, the evil doll who was alive. He was chasing me around the house and he got a knife. I was afraid for my family members who were in the room so I ran into it and shut the door and locked it. I assumed I was safe because all my family members were safe and Chucky was locked out. Chucky was going crazy on the other side of the door because he couldn’t get in and I was just next to the door, holding it closed because he might have been able to push it open. I was frightened and I started to cry and say “go away!”. I didn’t notice at first but it got quiet, too quiet. I was more scared than before because I knew Chucky was up to something and I didn’t know where he was because I couldn’t hear him anymore. I opened the door and he was nowhere in sight. I was scared to walk around the house because he could’ve popped out of nowhere. I took the decision to take a look around and he popped out from inside the cabinet and I ran and fell. When I fell I woke up. It’s hard to explain but whenever I fall in a dream I feel like I actually fall in real life.