Araaa Aquarian
Humanities
Lori Fisher
Friday, March 1, 13
“The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”
Seminar Reflection
Part 1
OPTION 1: Write the story from the perspective of one of the characters in Omelas
-Boy in basement
I am held in a dark room with a locked door. There are no windows and my only company are the rats and the two horrible mops. I am terrified of mops. The floor I sit on is full of dirt and dust. I sit in the farthest corner away from those treacherous mops. I don’t know how old I am and I have lost my care in knowing. Nobody comes to help, not ever. I don’t know what day it is, what year it is or even what my name is. Occasionally, people poke their heads through my door and watch. They watch me like I am some sort of showcase. And they just stand there. They just stand there and watch, they watch and they don’t do anything. They don’t help me. I used to cry to them and tell them that I would be good and that I would listen and obey if they just let me out, I used to scream for help at night when the rats would start to eat my flesh, but that is of no use to me anymore because here I am. I am still here sitting in the corner with rats nibbling my toes, my hungry belly inflated from lack of food, my body uncovered and cold, and my eyes wet and red with my weeping. I don’t speak anymore because there is no use for words. The people who watch me see what I go through but they don’t care. I sometimes remember what the sunlight looks like and I always yearn to see it again. But that will never happen, I am condemned to a life of misery with no sunlight. I ask my self every day, why? Why am I here? What did I do wrong? Why do I have to suffer? I stopped wondering that after a while because wondering never got me anywhere. I will never be free and I have come to accept that.
Part 2
Question:
I believe that the main difference between the people who walk away and the people who stay in Omelas is that the people who walk away have guilt eating them up while the others find ways to ease the guilt and are able to go back to their normal lives. Once people have seen the boy in the room, some go home and cry with tears of rage and then leave. Others go home upset but then they go on with their lives. I think this might be where the booz may come into play, for the ones that are searching for ways to ease the guilt. It says in the read that the ones who walk away are going to a place even less imaginable than Omelas. The difference between the people who walk away and the people who stay is the fact that some can deal with the fact that a little boy has to suffer for everyone to be happy and others cannot. These are the ones who walk away from Omelas.
Humanities
Lori Fisher
Friday, March 1, 13
“The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”
Seminar Reflection
Part 1
OPTION 1: Write the story from the perspective of one of the characters in Omelas
-Boy in basement
I am held in a dark room with a locked door. There are no windows and my only company are the rats and the two horrible mops. I am terrified of mops. The floor I sit on is full of dirt and dust. I sit in the farthest corner away from those treacherous mops. I don’t know how old I am and I have lost my care in knowing. Nobody comes to help, not ever. I don’t know what day it is, what year it is or even what my name is. Occasionally, people poke their heads through my door and watch. They watch me like I am some sort of showcase. And they just stand there. They just stand there and watch, they watch and they don’t do anything. They don’t help me. I used to cry to them and tell them that I would be good and that I would listen and obey if they just let me out, I used to scream for help at night when the rats would start to eat my flesh, but that is of no use to me anymore because here I am. I am still here sitting in the corner with rats nibbling my toes, my hungry belly inflated from lack of food, my body uncovered and cold, and my eyes wet and red with my weeping. I don’t speak anymore because there is no use for words. The people who watch me see what I go through but they don’t care. I sometimes remember what the sunlight looks like and I always yearn to see it again. But that will never happen, I am condemned to a life of misery with no sunlight. I ask my self every day, why? Why am I here? What did I do wrong? Why do I have to suffer? I stopped wondering that after a while because wondering never got me anywhere. I will never be free and I have come to accept that.
Part 2
Question:
- What’s the difference between the people who walk away and the people who stay in Omelas?
I believe that the main difference between the people who walk away and the people who stay in Omelas is that the people who walk away have guilt eating them up while the others find ways to ease the guilt and are able to go back to their normal lives. Once people have seen the boy in the room, some go home and cry with tears of rage and then leave. Others go home upset but then they go on with their lives. I think this might be where the booz may come into play, for the ones that are searching for ways to ease the guilt. It says in the read that the ones who walk away are going to a place even less imaginable than Omelas. The difference between the people who walk away and the people who stay is the fact that some can deal with the fact that a little boy has to suffer for everyone to be happy and others cannot. These are the ones who walk away from Omelas.