Bowling for Columbine Transcript

Bowling for Columbine Transcript


Hurt By Machine
I woke up to the annoying buzz of my alarm as I languidly slid out of bed to go shower. It was the beginning of another daily morning routine. I scrubbed down, fought with my brother over wearing my clothes and completed the process of getting myself ready. Not much to my surprise, this took longer than usual so we were running late to school. We jumped into my smooth, white thunderbird and made our way to school.
Music blaring and voices booming, it was another regular ride to school with my brother. Due to our late takeoff, I began to accelerate. We started down the first street to our destination. This street is around three miles in length and loaded with little slopes. As we broke the highest point of one of the small, but visually impaired slopes, amidst to the right path was a lifeless deer. I instinctively pulled the wheel of the car to one side and back over to the other. The car swerved back to the left repeatedly and each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body shocked with the sporadic developments of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes shut tight, I could feel myself drifting off the seat.
Disillusionment, mistrust and fear filled my brain as I lay on my side, wedged between the cool, delicate soil and the hot, smooth metal of the car. The heaviness of the machine pushed down on the lower part of my body with great force. I could not feel any pain as half of my body was numb to the pressure of the car. I could feel the weight of the car’s hood crushing my body further and further into the ground. My lungs felt like they have been deprived of any oxygen and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind started to race. What happened? How did i get into this mess? Nearby a run-out street, I saw other cars driving by, totally unconscious of what happened. I attempted to shout out to them, however my voice remained unheard. All that I could do was sit tight and...

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