McMurphy and Multiple Choice

            I don’t typically much like this sorta thing. Bunch a “intellectuals,” or whatever they are, sittin’ round talking about who knows what. It’s not really my scene. But I surely do like one thing, and that’s games. “‘I like to gamble. And I like to win’” (73). This here multiple choice game we’re playing today in AP English class is gonna give me the perfect opportunity to win big. Those kids are so cocky; they look at ol’ McMurphy and think that I’ve never had an intelligent thought in my whole life. Boy will I prove ‘em wrong. “‘Oh, I’m a thinker alright’” (107). As I walk into the room, I see all the little desks arranged in nice little groups. How cute. The teacher stuck me in a group cause nobody would take me, their loss. Maybe it’s cause I haven’t bothered to learn anyone’s name yet. A group of boys walks into the room and one of them announces, “The Dream Team is back!” These kinds clearly think they got this thing in the bag. Now my part starts: “Pst kid, c’mere… You so sure you gonna win? Yeah? Well why not make a lil bet of it?” The kid stares at me uncertainly, so I continue, “$50 bucks your group doesn’t win and mine does.” He starts to smirk and I can tell he thought it a sure bet. We shake hands and then he sits down. Getting him to make the bet is the easy part, now I just have to turn these kids against each other. With a little encouragement they’ll be looking like a “‘Bunch of chickens at a peckin’ party’” (57). The group begins to go over answers and it gives me the perfect opportunity to sabotage. I quickly whisper to my group members, “don’t pay no attention to what I’m saying, I’m just gonna try ta throw the other groups off.” I raise my voice and shout, “Naw, I really think number 27 is C, I mean it’s clearly a simerlie. Hey you, don’t you dare put D for number four or you’ll be losing big time.” The kids stare at me in shock as I continue to yell and call people out. Short after, the teacher calls time and you just shoulda seen the looks on their faces. Not a single group has finish fillin’ out their sheets, what a pity. One kid from each group stands up to deliver their incomplete answers. The teacher starts to read through all the answers nice and slow-like, trying to build suspense. She even has a kid keeping score and such. Haha all them kiddies is starting to sweat, but not me, no siree I am cool as a cucumber. I glance at the clock and the day’s just about over. My team’s in the lead and there aint no chance of any team catching up. I lean over to the kid on the Dream Team and say, “Cash’ll do just fine, thank you very much.”