After Lennie Diary

I needed to think about what I was going to do. After giving it some thought, I decided I’d head further down South to find another ranch to work at. I’m just a few towns over from where we were. I didn’t have a goal to work for anymore. Now, with the money I make, I can do what I always told Lennie I’d do if he weren’t around: “I could stay in a cathouse all night. I could eat any place I want, hotel or any place, and order any damn thing I could think of. An' I could do all that every damn month. Get a gallon of whisky, or set in a pool room and play cards or shoot pool." I can do all of that stuff now but, I still don’t feel the same. In a room full of people, I still feel lonely because I don’t have Lennie by my side anymore, even if he was a nuisance most of the time. I was always used to having him around, I never realized how lonely I’d feel

I knew he wouldn’t make it into the society ,but he didn’t see it. People had always looked down on him and excluded him from the society because he wasn’t ordinary like us. I agree, he wasn’t ordinary. He was extraordinary. You will never come across a man like Lennie in your life. Even when people thought of Lennie less than what he is, it never made it to him. He didn’t know what people thought of him because he viewed everyone the same. Whenever I thought Lennie was struggling, he showed me that he wasn’t. He showed me that he is able be a part of this society without looking down on others and not letting others to look down on him. When Crooks was neglected by others from ranch members like us, Lennie still talked to Crooks as if he was just a guy from next door. When Crooks told Lennie to go away, he didn’t. He stayed because he wanted to be friends with him. Lennie saw more than us. Lennie was like a kid who saw importance in everything. What Lennie didn’t see is the segregation between us humans. He didn’t see it. Lennie loved everything and Crooks, he loved you too. Well me on the other hand, I learned to love everything. That’s one thing I learned from

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

After hearing Max committed suicide I couldn’t figure out how to handle my emotions or talk about my feelings. While driving home from school one day during my sophomore year, my Mom suddenly said these words, “Max committed suicide last night”. Hearing this I thought it was totally out of the blue and surprising, and a huge rush of guilt ran over me because I hadn’t seen him since I was younger. Suddenly, our memories together spilled into my mind all at once. Max and I were introduced as children, but he always was older than me, because of this and the fact that I was an only child he basically served as my big brother all throughout our childhood. I remembered trips our families had gone on to Florida together, when Max would babysit me, and when would also just hang out and

It is belief that one is alone, where as two is company. So, as far as I believe it's important to have friends, best friends are those in life that make you laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger and share and care for you. But, it's a true fact with the age you understand that bunch of friends are not important, only some of them are your real friends. One who can support you in difficult times are true friends and that’s how we can justify friendship.Like wise,I think that Lennie's needs are directly met through his friendship with George. Lennie comes to depend on George for protecting him and looking out for his well- being. From Aunt Clara to George, Lennie has always been dependent on someone overseeing him and safeguarding

Is murder always bad? In the book “Of Mice and Men” by John Steinbeck, a character who goes by the name of George shoots and kills his mentally disabled best friend on purpose. Some people would automatically think that George is a terrible human being, but based upon the situation the two men were in, George was only trying to protect Lennie. Even though George is tough on Lennie throughout the story, George is only trying to stop Lennie from getting into any trouble. Throughout the book, Lennie finds himself in troubled situations. His dear friend, George, often helps him out of these situations or shields him form harsh punishment. George’s actions justify his treatment and harsh actions towards Lennie.

This morning I feel alone more than usual, by lunch time all I want is booze. I look over I see Joe bragging about his lunch to John and Tom. I just didn’t understand how they could be so happy, and why I could be so sad. Nothing they said cheered me or got my attention such as how the man Charles Lindbergh the man who flew cross country in record breaking time, somebody had kidnapped his son. After work, Robert, and a few others came to talk to me to see if I was alright. I gave them the fake “yes,” but I wasn’t I just wanted to drink booze and not wake up. It was a sucky moment to be in, and I was stuck in it.

“‘Ain’t gonna be no more trouble. Nobody gonna hurt nobody nor steal from ‘em.’ ‘Le’s do it now. Let’s get that place now’” (106). These are the last words that filled the air between George and Lennie, their last exchange preceding a pivotal moment in both of their lives. They conversation calms and soothes Lennie, who hopes to finally get the farm that he and George dreamed about for so many years. Yet unbeknownst to him, Lennie would soon be set free from his earthly bonds by his long-time friend; a bullet, shot from the barrel of George’s gun, would enter Lennie’s head and kill him instantly. That bullet was not one of self-gain and moral disrepute, but one of freedom and liberation from worldly restraints. While this remains a hotly contested topic in classrooms reading Of Mice and Men, George’s intentions in killing Lennie were overwhelmingly good-natured.

That whole week was the hardest to fight through. It didn’t help one bit that people just kept asking how I am doing, and bring my dad and brother up every time I saw someone who wasn’t my mom. It just kept making the pain harder to deal with, I had to keep reminiscing about Gage and my father. For the next couple of weeks, I wanted to be left alone.

I sat with my dog, Windsor, as my mother told me the news. I could not believe what I had been told. My best friend of eight years, was going to be taken away from me. I had been told that Windsor had snapped at my one year old sister because she got too close to him. He has always been protective of our family. I tried to stay

I was confused on how to face my adversities without having someone to guide me along the way. If there were any ill intentions of the people around me, I would not have noticed. My heart turned cold and I disregarded the feelings of my friends and family. My friends were only there in hopes that they would be there to lift me up if I’d ever be to fall into a ditch. Chelsea was the one friend that gave me an understanding to what succeeding my goals in life would bring me. I felt genuine happiness in her company, in fact she taught me what genuine happiness meant. The ineffable effort I put in for myself to try and get over her passing away just seemed so effortless at the end of the day. I would try to get through a day without crying, and I would; but I felt as if everything I held in during the day would just fall apart in the night. I cried until there were no more tears to shed. When my bedroom lights would turn off it would feel darker than usual. I would stop myself from falling asleep at night because it would just be some time away from thinking of the memories we had spent together; and not spending a night thinking of the memories I had with her would just feel like a waste of a night. It was difficult for me to move on from thinking of her. The continuous thoughts of her made me feel imprisoned in the past, and barred from my

Lennie and George want their own piece of land to live off of because it symbolizes their independence, however, they cannot achieve it because of Lennie’s death. Throughout the story, the two protagonists, George and Lennie, are in search for their own American dream. They dream to one day possess a piece of land they can call their own. As George and Lennie are sitting around the campfire eating supper, Lennie says, “An’ live off the fatta the lan’,” Lennie shouted. “An’ have rabbits. Go on, George! Tell about what we’re gonna have in the garden and about the rabbits in the cages and about the rain in the winter and the stove, and how thick the cream is on the milk like you can hardly cut it. Tell about that, George” (13). The American Dream that supports George and Lennie’s desire for an independent lifestyle is the dream of buying and farming their own small piece of land and, thus being independent. If they were to attain this dream, they would have to answer to no boss, and be free from the routineness of moving from ranch to ranch. However, the most sizable attraction to Lennie is the ability to have rabbits and be able to look after them. In retort to Lennie’s repeated badgering about the dream, George illustrates how they will one day purchase “a little house and a couple of acres”, therefore being able to embrace the style of living imputed to being your own boss, hence Lennie famously utters the words, ‘live off the fatta the lan’. The American Dream, however, is

After coming back and digging myself out of an unmarked grave, memories come flooding back. It was not my fault, it was the two of them who doomed us and ultimately drove him to kill me. The memories are strong, I let them flow in like a stream. I remember tears fill my dead eyes, the bittersweet memory fills my head.

Today Charles passed away. It was a sudden death while he was sleeping. We had no idea this was going to happen. We think it's because of all the exhaustion and dehydration he had. It's all my fault. I made him go on this trip. I could have stayed back home, I didn't need to come. I hate myself now. We should have taken it slower and didn't move so fast at a time. We should have packed more water so he could drink it. I can't move on. I've been sitting here the whole time not knowing what to do with myself. I lost my son.

Once, in the first week following his passing, I came through my front door and looked at the area where he would usually be sitting or lying. I called for him with the foolish notation that he would appear and come running to me. But of course, he did not. Then, I walked past his empty food bowls and tears started running down my face. It was a shattering reminder that he was gone and never coming back.