Today in humanities we watched a movie. It was called "The Mighty", based on the book by Rodman Philbrick. Maybe you've read it. We watched it because we read the book in class.
I thought it was horrible. The director or whoever left out a lot of stuff. And the music was awful.
My best friend Ella says the movie "was pretty good. I thought it was pretty sad. I was sobbing." My other best friend Sarah refused to be interviewed.
Something weird happened. During the part in the movie where Kevin is trying to find out where Max is, he's doing all this detective stuff. I don't think he meant for me to hear this, but a person who I will keep anonymous said, "Kevin's pretty smart. You know, for a cripple kid."
I was like, What's that supposed to mean? What does his physical disorder have to do with how smart he is?
I was very upset with this person. I even went so far as to glare at him. My own small act of rebellion.
I have to go--more later!
XoXo!
-Avalon
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