The Beast

Immediately upon entering the classroom, a dark presence was felt by all of the students in the unusually small AP English 12 eighth period class. Unlike the normal anxiety that many of us have grown used to, this was different, an entirely new Beast. A Beast that, with his mere attendance, controlled the attention of the room and the teacher. A Beast that, with his unique vocalization and careful choice of vocabulary, poked fun at the other domineering figure in the room. A Beast that, with a simple gaze and no words, made every student fear his ability to strike down an unintelligent discussion and leave the participants looking like fools. A Beast that, with his diligent note-taking, forced me to wonder what he could possibly learn from mere mortals like ourselves. Why would the Beast not give his opinion on Bromden or the Nurse? What were the Beast’s motives behind his random appearance into our class, our ward? (Only because this is an english blog will I relate the beast to McMurphy through these inquiries; however, let it be known that McMurphy pales in comparison to the Beast) I think we all know who I speak of–– he who must not be named, he who commands respect, and he who could be back tomorrow which brings me to my concluding point: I beg not to have this blog revealed in the “Banter” if the Beast graces us with his presence again, to avoid his incredible wrath.