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Communism was a major theme that I found within the novel nineteen eighty four. Everyone that fell under "Big Brother's" command needed to be prescribed to do anything out of the norm. Throughout the novel, Winston tried terminating the Party with O'Brien, but however in the end gave in. In the past there were many countries that favored communism that had behemoth rulers. The well-being of the Leader of people in the novel, as well as, in the world today are of paramount importance. It is crazy to think that our world today could be living in these conditions. It is also scary to believe that people, who can have their own freedom, are allowing it. The amount of perfidy that surrounds these type of people is unrealistic.

School.

I remember how excited I was walking into middle school for the first time. All of the children were very friendly. That is the difference between middle school and high school. Kids accost their enemies in the hallways while all of this is caught on film, yes, we do have video cameras in our hallways, and cafeteria. Similarly to the novel 1984, the Thought Police monitors all actions of the citizens. Winston, the character mainly focused on, turns his back when the telescreen shows a bleak report on the pig iron. Just like he avoided getting in trouble, I as a senior in high school, traverse through the hallways in between classes as if it were the jungle. I wish as a senior class we could rescind the order to have these cameras in the school. As a student body we are allowed to have personal privacy. Winston writes in the diary from the store. He wrote, "Big Brother is Watching" over and over again, which in his world is considered a crime, but seems silly to us. During school such silly actions are known as "crimes" and resulted in punishment. Such as being late more than once to school- detention. Students should feel ebullient when going to school instead of dreading it, just like Winston should enjoy the life he lives. Hopefully I am not the only one in the school that wants to terminate those cameras.

Starting New

Starting a new job can be a difficult task. I know when I walked into Oradell Animal Hospital I was going to have a great learning experience as well as get paid. The girl who trained me was very friendly, but the other ward aids around my age seemed aloof. I introduced myself to them and tried to be friendly, but it just didn’t seem to work. She told me it took her time in order to become apart of the hospital and that everyone is friendly once you start talking to them. I took her advice considering I did not want to be the cryptic new girl. Within the next week most doctors talked to me with great zest. Asking them questions about where they went to veterinary school started great conversations.

While training with Emily, I asked her what the most difficult part of our job was. She responded, “You have to act stoic when owners come into the back to say good bye to their pets.” I completely understood where she was coming from. We have to act professional.

Learning the tasks of a ward aid at first seemed overwhelming. We have to keep up with laundry and cleaning of the rooms, but yet walk and feed the animals. When I first started I felt I completed the tasks maladroitly and slowly. After working for almost five months now, my tasks are finished before my four-hour shift is over. This makes time for me to converse with the doctors, interns, and other ward aids.

As he bucked in the air I felt the force of his back legs throwing me out of the saddle. It was the fourth time he bucked and I had ceded from fighting this battle. I was launched through the air, closing my eyes. I waited to hit the ground with a thud like usual and for my horse to take off running. However, this time was different. I could not get up right away and just "walk it off.” When my trainer came to my side and helped me up my head was pounding. I walked warily to her house and collapsed on the couch. Waking up in the hospital with my dad sitting by my side was, and will always be a scary memory. I knew I had fallen off my horse, but after that my memory was like it had been erased. My father said I had a concussion and wouldn't be able to ride for three weeks. That bothered me, no riding for that much time will become frustrating. The first question that came out of my mouth was, "Is he okay?"

My father looked at me as if I were crazy. He knew though that all I cared about was the well-being of Union. However, his facial expression was if he deprecated riding such a horse that can cause serious injuries. I came up with a logical excuse that since the weather had been brisk his energy had showed, a typical Thoroughbred trait. When the doctor appraised me, I realized that I sacrifice myself literally each time I mount horses, no matter if it's my own or someone else's.

After three weeks slowly passed, I was ready to ride. Unlike me however, I scrupled getting on my own horse. This was a feeling I never thought I would experience. It took time to become comfortable in the saddle again no matter what horse I was riding. My trainer put me on ponies, but the same feeling rushed through my body. After ten years of riding I could not believe this was actually happening. After two months of consistent riding, I was back to my normal, my daring self. This made me think though that anything could happen while doing something you truly love.