Review On The Elephant Man

The Elephant man was a good movie. I believe the purpose of the movie was very great and humane. Although John Merrick was hideous and considered a monstrosity, he was quite adequate and intelligent. The whole movie just came to show on how looks aren't everything. Though it is very cliche, the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover", easily applies to this movie. The movie reflected alot on moral standing and compassion throughout each other. As John did not wish to be born that way, he had to live with being deformed and an eye soar; wishing to be normal. The movie shows the struggles of John Merrick the elephant man, as hr cannot find happiness within himself, to love himself. When Dr. Treves offers a helping hand, that is when John becomes happy and filled with hope of a new life. In my opinion, the whole movie was metaphoric. A man is different, so cruel people laugh or run in horror without knowing the true beauty inside. The movie reflected on the shallowness of people, and their thirst to be amused by someone elses pain. 

My Name Is John Merrick

Today, I had an interesting experience. I was sent to the London Hospital to be examined by a surgeon known as Fredrick Treves. I know I am very well capable of understanding english, and speaking it, yet I was too afraid to do so. When I got there, there were ill people everywhere. As sick as I am, I know i had much more potential than to belong in that hospital, yet, I don't know where I belong. Dr.Treves called me over to go to his office. He began to ask me questions, and Im not sure how I felt about it. I think he thinks I'm an elephant man too. Being in the hospital made me question my fate, and future. Will he be able to cure me? Or will I just be something people like to stare at in disgust. Dr.Treves kept asking me questions, but I did not respond. I can tell he was beginning to get frustrated with me as I sat there trying to control my breaths. Writing in this diary now, I'm questioning myself, regretting not speaking up. What if I would have talked? What, no, how, would he have reacted? What would that have meant for me? Someone barged in to the office. A man. I don't know who he was, but he startled me, just like everything startles me. I know somewhere inside me I want Dr.Treves to help me, cure me, make me normal, yet again...I don't want to hold onto false hope.

My Worst Nightmare

Once, i had this dream. It seemed to be more unusual than a nightmare, yet whenever i think about it i get this nightmarish feeling. I dont like to think about this unusual dream because it gives me the chills, and i am afraid if i think about it for too long, ill end up dreaming it all over. That would be horrible for me since this dream scared me really bad. It goes like this. One night, i fell asleep in my room. My room is the closest room in my house to the garage. In fact, the view from my room window, is to the garage. I dont remember falling asleep, and im not sure if i woke up in reality, but in my dream, i looked at my phone screen to see the time. 3:16 a.m. As a very superstitious person that i am, this is known to me as the witching hour, or in other words, if you wanna see ghosts, then wake up at this time. I most certainty did not wanna see ghosts so i tried falling back asleep. I was unable to due to a noise coming from my garage. My window was shut closed and locked, yet i still heard a strange noise. The noise of what sounded lie chainsaws or machinery. I got up from my bed and stared out my window towards the garage, watching the garage doors to see if they would open. The noise was so loud, i was sure my parents would wake up and come console me, or e as panicked as i was about the noise. I remember telling myself in my mind to go wake up my parents, but my eyes stayed glue out the window starring at the garage. I stood there, just starring for a while.A very very LONG while. I felt paralyzed. I somehow got myself out of my zombie like mentality and went back to bed. I fell asleep. I felt like i slept for about 3 hours. I was then woken up again by a strange feeling that i was being watched. I again looked at the screen of my phone, only to see the time to be 3:16 a.m. I was asleep the whole time, yet my dream felt so real. I stayed awake til 5:00 a.m. that day, afraid to fall back asleep because of the nightmare i had. Til this day i wonder what that dream was all about. It still gives me the chills.