The Cuckoo Bird Flew Over... Me?

          Following the end of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I noticed a reoccurring theme of crazy in my life. I assumed that I was just hyperaware or looking for connections in wake of data sheet mania. However, I continue to find an increasing amount of insanity in my life, despite the fact that we finished the book MONTHS ago. Unfortunately, I have noticed this unsettling pattern in myself. And all of my symptoms have been brought to light due to AP English. Exhibit A of my instability: the blog polls. I enjoy making the polls and hope others enjoying voting on them. However, this is not always the case. The number of votes on my various polls makes it painfully obvious how few people view my blog. The fact alone that I have given it this much thought may serve as a red flag, but that is not the only problem. I do not want people to see my pathetically unnoticed polls. So I vote on my polls. Multiple times. I voted on this most recent poll on my home computer, my iTouch, and at least one computer at school. And the fact that I willingly admit my obsessive behavior to the world only solidifies my insanity. But one isolated incident alone cannot land a person in a mental institution. No, my true deterioration into insanity began with the Amsterdam papers. For starters, I somehow convinced myself that a "focused paper" meant to use as few quotes as possible. I cannot tell you where this notion came from, all signs point to delusion. Upon finding out that this was not the case, I quickly went into panic mode. I even informed Ms. Serensky that I would have eight separate mental breakdowns that night. Clearly my filter was malfunctioning. The insanity only continued that night and afternoon as I wrote the paper (a painful experience that I do not wish to recount). And yet all this did not convince me of my insanity. Class today put the final nail in my crazy coffin. From the sombreros to the Spongebob piñata with a baby face, I could simply not comprehend the situation. So now, I fully know that I am crazy. I am not saying that AP English made me crazy, but there does seem to be a theme here.

Cuckoo