A plethora of things happened this week. First, Ralph finally had a meaningful meeting. We finally discussed things like how horrid our shelters look and where to go when nature calls. I didn't get to get my word in until after Jack got in his little 'let's get the beast' rant. There was a lot of chaos. Once again, when I put in my two cents, Jack told me to shut up. We got into a heated argument. And, now, I think Ralph might be at his wit's end, and I had to calm him down.
The next night, Samneric ran down the mountain and claimed to have seen the beast the littluns won't stop whining about. I thought maybe if we stayed where we were, we'd have a better chance of survival, but, ignoramus Jack insisted we hunt. Another argument ensued, this time not just with me and Jack but with Ralph and Jack. Ralph ended up getting punched in the gut, and the excitement of the moment caused me to have an asthma attack. They left me on a log like a king with the task of babysitting in my hands. Swell. This is going to be a long month.
I understand what Piggy is going through at the moment. I know what it feels like to have an opinion. I also know what it feels like when no one will shut up and let class continue. If you looked at my current 4th period class, you'd understand why. It is infuriating.
"When you're done laughing perhaps we can get on with the meeting." Piggy is at his wit's end with the others. He used to scream at them to shut up because he had the conch. But, he doesn't have the energy to do that anymore. So, he is using this passive-aggressive technique.
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