At a meeting our freedom was brought up. Someone asked why the dorm rooms were locked on the weekends. Nurse Ratched stated that "if the dorms are left open, we have learned from previous experience, you men would return to bed after breakfast." No one understood the big deal about that, but basically she doesn't trust us to be in our rooms "alone". She wants us to be with other people. Watched. From the other side of that stupid glass.
Pissed off, someone brought up our cigarettes. "Then what about our cigarettes, Miss Ratched?". She doesn't really have a legitimate excuse for this one, you can tell as her voice changes. It seems that the other staff didn't even know about her keeping our cigarettes, and handing them out whenever she thought we could have one. She says to us and the questioning staff member that she keeps them so that we don't smoke up to five packs a day, like we have been. I think it's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Why would things like this help calm my "personality disorder" that they claim I have?
We all went swimming later on. It seemed like any other day, minus the frustration from Miss Ratched earlier. We were all just talking about how long people have been here, and how long they think they'll be able to stand it, when Cheswick did something out of the ordinary. He said something to McMurphy about wishing "something mighta been done, though" and dove into the pool. It all seemed very random, and confused us.
He got his fingers stuck in the grate at the bottom of the pool and it took the lifeguard, McMurphy, and the two black boys to try to get him out. They even got a screwdriver, but by that time Cheswick had already drowned.
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