The Day After
I’ll never forget that night, wait I don’t even remember that night! All I remember was getting to the point where there was no way I could even think of driving. Some designated driver I was, luckily my friend didn’t drink much that Saturday night or it would have been the taxi for us. That might not have been such a bad thing, but what would I have written about if that had happened? The night ended very late, with enough liquor and beer in my stomach to get five people trashed.
This is where the day after began. I woke up to my phones alarm going off at 8:30 a.m., all I remember was “I’d give you a ring and I promise you things I’d always thought we’d do”
I was dreaming about something and my “Best of Intentions” ring tone was blaring in my ear. Good thing I woke up, because I don’t even remember setting my alarm. I must have done that when I was sober and thinking about the day ahead. I laid there in bed thinking of why I had my alarm set, and then it hit me. My mom is in town, and I’m supposed to spend the day with her. I some how had to get off the bed, but it really wasn’t that hard since when I woke up I was half on half off the bed anyways. My head felt like it weighed 100 pounds, it kept bobbing like those dashboard ornaments. I some how got to my feet and wondered, “What the hell, where am I?” Then I realized where I was, I was at Lumberjack Hill in my friends apartment. Wow, definitely didn’t remember getting there. So I stumbled my way to the bath room, I tried to spit in the sink and nothing came out, my mouth was as dry as the Sierra. Absolutely nothing came out, I guess that’s what three bottles of tequila, a case of corona, and three keggers will do to you. I jumped in the shower; actually ...
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I took her back to the truck stop and gave her a big hug and said goodbye. The huge 18-wheelers all around where killing my headache with the loud engines and the low rumble. As much as I love to see my mom that day wasn’t the best of days for her to come in town, but I guess it’s my own fault. I shouldn’t have been out all night drinking.
I went back to my dorm after I had dropped her off and got ready for bed. I thought that I would have been feeling better by then, I was definitely wrong about that. I took a shower and did all the normal bed time things. It wasn’t as bad as the morning shower; this time I didn’t fall at all. I laid in bed, closed my eyes and from there all I remember was “I’d give you a ring and I promise you things I’d always thought we’d do” It was 5:30 a.m. and time for workout; oh this day is going to suck.
In “Panopticism” Foucault states, “the major effect of the Panopticon: to induce in the inmate a state of conscious and permanent visibility that assures the automatic functioning of power” (Foucault, pg. 201). The function of the Panopticon is to keep the prisoners orderly by instilling fear inside of them, this fear forces them to stay in their cells, and to remain compliant. The Panopticon is a building designed for surveillance.
The Day After was an effective way of instilling a sense of both fear and respect for nuclear war into the minds of the American people. By portraying realistic doomsday scenarios that are played out in the lives of relatable families in a small city not unlike any other we would find in America, this film contextualizes the events prior to, during, and immediately after nuclear exchange between the United States and Russia was unleashed onto our own soil.
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I was instantly overcome with an insurmountable feeling of safety. I see your face nuzzling my side, i don't question it. I put my arm gently around you, trying not to wake you up. Unbeknownst to me, you were already awake and you look up and smile at me. I wrap my arm around you and you pull yourself closer to me. We laid like that for hours, not talking, just the soft patter of rain on the widow. After we decide enough is enough we get out of bed and go downstairs to watch some TV, I think Supernatural was on, but I can't really remember. All I know is that you loved it. A couple hours pass and you tell me that you're hungry. So I get off my lazy ass and make you some of the best stir fry you have had in your life. After we pigged out I figured that we shouldn't just sit on those calories, and I make you get up for a walk. We both put on light jackets as it's still drizzling and we don't want to get sick. I unlock the door and we step outside, as soon as I shut the door behind us I grab your hand and we
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
Squatting on the ground, I was weeping. I couldn’t see anything, not even my hand although it was not far from me. I made my eyes widely open to make sure if my eyes went blind or not. When it was around 8pm, I started looking for the window. Touching my hands on the corners of the room, I finally found it. I used up all my energy opening the window, but it was covered with hard dust and it was rigid. I fell down, and cried a lot. I couldn’t sleep throughout the whole night, because I was hungry and thirsty. In addition to this, it was cold in the middle of that night. I was shivering and coughing persistently. Time passed, and it was early in the morning, but nothing
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I lie face down on my bed. The pillow under my head his damp and my head hurts and my face burns from the salt in my tears. Pushing myself up I looked around. There's no disembodied mouths, no terrible humanoid monsters. I'm in my room alone. In my panic I've trashed the place but it's nothing a good clean up can't fix. I feel empty. The catharsis is over and there is nothing left in me but a weak feeling of uneasiness. Manic hallucinations always leave me like this. Sluggish, I kick my way under the blankets and tuck myself in. I'll sleep for a while then clean up.
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
According to David Lyon in his introduction “The search for surveillance theories”, “The panopticon refuses to go away.” (4). The prison architecture invented by Jeremy Bentham became the crucial ‘diagram’ for Foucault. It places an emphasis on self-discipline as the archetypical modern mode, replacing the previous coercive and brutal methods – “it reverses the principle of the dungeon; or rather its three functions – to enclose, to deprive light, and to hide – it preserves only the first and eliminates the other two” (Foucault 200). In 1975, Foucault coined the term ‘panopticism’ in his book Discipline and Punish, which quickly became used to describe Bentham’s utilitarian theory as a whole. However, there has been much debate amongst Bentham scholars as to whether Bentham would have appreciated Foucault’s interpretation of the Panoptic. Philip Schofield writes, “It would have seemed very odd to Bentham, who regarded his Panopticon prison as humane, and an enormous improvement on the practice of the criminal justice system of the time” (qtd. in Ernst-Brunon 2-3). This discrepancy between an increasingly attractive Bentham and a still repulsive Panopticon is largely to be attributed to Foucault. If Foucault’s interpretation of the Pantopticon has made Bentham’s work known to a wider audience, conversely it has also turned Bentham into a forerunner of Big Brother. Bentham scholars have consistently lamented Bentham’s bad name among the general public and Foucault’s hand in the matter.
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Originally derived from the measures to control “abnormal beings” against the spreading of a plague, the Panopticon is an architecture designed to induce power with a permanent sense of visibility. With a tower in the center, surrounded by cells, the prisoners can be monitored and watched at any given time from the central tower. The goal of this architectural plan was to strip away any privacy and therefore create fear induced self-regulation amongst the prisoners, with an unverifiable gaze - The prisoners can never identify when and by whom they are being observed from the tower.
I awake to lukewarm water dripping down my forehead from a damp towel. I feel a thick liquid against my back. I scan the area, Unfamiliar. I find myself lying in a cot in a filthy room. The sight room itself was depressing, not that it was in extremely bad conditions but it was all…brown, the kind of brown that makes you feel depressed. It reeked of fish and motor oil, one of the queerest combinations of scents I have encountered. My ears start to pick up the deep monotones of a man speaking in other room. In my drowsy state I couldn’t make out exactly what he said but I did manage to g...
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a
The Day After, was viewed in the living room of my house on two occasions. The purpose of viewing this movie is to write a movie critique from my AP U.S. History 3rd block class. The objective of this overall story is to portray the event and effects that would occur if there were to be a nuclear war. The director of The Day After, is Nicholas Myer and the producer is Robert A. Papazian. The three main characters in this film include Dr. Russell Oakes played by Jason Robards, Stephen Klien played by Steve Guttenburg, and Jim Dahlberg played by John Cullum.