After 1984

                                                      12 february of 2001

       For a long time, I wake up without nightmares in my mind. Whatever I do my memories came back to hung me or maybe to remember me to not make the wrong choice. I get up with great difficulty and walk to my library, it's my sanctuary. With a cup of tea and my old journal, I try to kill my demons and my demons, as you can see, they're my memories. Every time I close my eyes I see this world with no colors,  full of sadness. I call this world "1984". I see myself when I was young afraid by cameras which looks like the eyes of demons. My parents told me that they would be there forever but they lied to me, they abandoned me in this cold world. I grew up in this world, these same eyes scrutinized me everywhere, at home, at work or in the street. I felt trapped and so alone. People around me don't pay attention to me, I had to take care of myself and build my life without help. When I became an adult nothing had changed, just the fact that I had to look like a robot. No emotions, no questions, just work. But the more I grew up, the more I wanted to learn about this world and I think that they were right. Ignorance is strength. If you knew more that you had to know you were in danger. The world "1984" is in danger. And you have to die... This is what happens with the only friend that I made, Simon. He was like me, in constant search of truth. One day, I think he was too close of the light of "truth" that he never came back. And one more time in my life someone left me with demons.

Dear readers,

I'm Winston Smith, one of the employees of the Ministry of the Truth. Now that the dictatorship is over, I'm free and I can tell you all that I been through.
I like my new life or rather than the life I led during the dictatorship. I'm going to tell you my experiences recents although it's very difficult for me to talk about it ! 
The government decided to take away freedom, for example, everybody wearing the same blue overalls, everybody loses his identity because of this dresscode.
I'm not the only one who can complain but I suffered a lot.
Wherever we went, we were watched, always watched and controlled by all the means deployed by the government like patrols,telescreens,surveillance cameras... there was no privacy. It was hell, it was terrible ! 
Morever,the atmosphere was sinister,cold and dark : it was very strange for me because I wasn't used to it ! I have never seen London in such a condition, all was destroyed, it was creepy.
A voice spoke to me, it was like in an American movie, that is to say unrealistic.
During all this time, I hadn't the time to get bored, but what I did didn't interest me. The days passed slowly, the nights never arrived.
I really hoped that the end would soon arrived. 
Furthermore, the smells weren't pleasant, it smelt like boiled cabbage and old rag mats. I was eager to get out of this misery.
At least, this coveted day finally arrived !
My hometown had been completely destroyed. All my memories had gone up in smoke.
At the time of writing, I'm happy to be always present, to have regained my freedom and my life will never be the same again.
This event of my life makes me stronger. 
I hope that my testimony has aroused you and allowed you to understand this part of my life,

Winston Smith

!!!!! CLASS CANCELLED!!!!!!!!!!

Class is cancelled Thursday 21/09/2017!!!!!!!!!!!!

We will work on the extract from the Hunger Games on Tuesday 26/09.

Mrs. Buckley

1984

Here is the trailer for 1984 for you to watch again (under better watching conditions)! Watch for some of the futurist details we talked about in class.

Welcome to your digital working space!

We will use this space to share work that is done, to comment on it, and to go further in our subjects than we can during regular class time.

Enjoy.