Huiswerk, a story of genius

[Floris]

Ik vind het aandeel van Puck wel het coolst

Ze had ook de Nijntjes getekend

[Jnusch]

Echt teamwork dus

[Jnusch]

DAM, Democratisch Algemeen Midden, een sociaal-liberale partij die niet bang is om vernieuwing en vooruitgang te brengen in politiek Nederland. Het beste van beide kanten; niet links, niet rechts, midden. DAM staat voor het samenbrengen van mensen, de gulden middenweg kiezen. Geven en nemen, acties van beide kanten laten komen. Zo moet voor het milieu bijvoorbeeld gewerkt worden, met de middelen die we nu hebben, zodat op de lange termijn gebeurd wat het beste is voor Nederland en de toekomst. Verder moet Nederland zich actiever inzetten voor Europa, zowel om zichzelf te positioneren als een sterke samenleving, als om te zorgen dat Europa als front op kan tegen andere wereldmachten. Daarvoor is het ook nodig dat de Nederlandse bevolking zich één voelt, er moet veel meer gedaan worden om de integratie van nieuwe Nederlanders soepeler te laten verlopen. Dat betekent dat Nederland open moet staan voor hen, maar ook dat zij open moeten staan voor Nederland. Niet voor niets zijn wij een verzorgingsstaat. Wij zorgen voor onze burgers. Die zorg moet er vanaf het eerste begin zijn; om een cliché aan te halen: de jeugd heeft de toekomst. DAM staat er dan ook op dat juist zij extra gesteund en gestimuleerd worden, zodat onze toekomst er ook daadwerkelijk zou uit zal zien als wij voor ogen hebben. Dat betekent verbetering van het onderwijs en oplossen van het lerarentekort, maar niet alleen dat. Ook omgang met patiënten moet verbeteren. Mensen zijn en blijven te allen tijde mens. Wij moeten hen mens laten zijn. Zorg kan altijd beter, moet altijd beter. Niet alleen om Nederland tevreden te houden, maar ook om Nederland welvarend te houden. Goede zorg betekent gelukkige mensen, die met plezier aan het werk gaan, elke dag weer. Want wij zien het liefst dat iedereen elke dag met een lach aan de slag gaat, om te bouwen aan een gelukkige toekomst.



Introductie van een politieke partij, met welke opvattingen we onze kiezers willen trekken, blabla.

[Floris]

Handvaardigheid, gemaakt van wit karton en lijm, ruime voldoende voor gehaald vandaag

[Dixie]

Koelie Ziet er erg kunstzinnig uit.

Mijn hoogtepunt qua handvaardigheid werkjes was een dino uit hout die zijn armen kon bewegen, dusja, respect ><

[Lianne]

ik ben ook met handvaardigheid bezig zal zo wel posten wat het is geworden

[Maedhros]

Dit is niet zo goed, maar toch:

Writing: A cop and a driver

·   Cop: Stop the car please!

·   Driver: Hips, why?

·   Cop: Well, first of all, you weren't driving in a straight line and you are clearly drunk.

·   Driver: Do- does that matter?

·   Cop: Off course it does, by the way, your car has no license as well.

·   Driver: That- that is a lie, my car does have a li-li-license.

·   Cop: Well I don't see one.

·   Driver: Isn't this my Ford Mon- Mondeo?

·   Cop: No, this is a Porsche!

·   Driver: So that's how I reached 200 mph.

·   Cop: You have driven at 200 mph?!

·   Driver: We- well yes, why's that important?

·   Cop: The speed regulation on this road is 50 mph!

·   Driver: Really? Well, I'll be off then?

·   Cop: You will not, get out of your vehicle at once!

·   Driver: But this wasn't my car.

·   Cop *frustrated*: Get out of the damn car!

·   Driver: There's no need to shout.

·   Cop: Hand over you papers now!

·   Driver: Bah, all right then.

[Jnusch]

Cool. Alleen:

·   Cop: Off course it does, by the way, your car has no license as well. either

[Maedhros]

kan ik er aan doen dat die agent taalfouten maakt

[Jnusch]

Oh, ja, agenten hè (want die komen wij ook zo vaak tegen ), onverbeterlijk.

[Floris]

En:

off course --> of course.

[Maedhros]

En:

off course --> of course.

Het is echt wel uitermate slecht gesteld met al die agenten hoor, niet eens fatsoenlijk Engels kunnen

[Jnusch]

'Het is mijn hond! Waarom moet hij weg?' de jongen omsloot met beide armen de nek van zijn hond en keek me verwijtend aan. Ook de acteur kwam naar me toe en bleef me strak aankijken. De mens moest het me weer eens lastig maken.
'Kan hij niet blijven?'
In de verte werd het al licht, heel geleidelijk. De zon krom langzaam roze en goud omhoog en kleurde de lucht weer blauw in plaats van zwart. Nu moest ik opschieten, ik vroeg me af of het beter was geweest niet te komen. Hoe dan ook waren de flatbewoners het voorval vergeten, ik had me de moeite kunnen besparen. Ik gnuifde, hoogstwaarschijnlijk zou ik hiervoor later nog weer op mijn kop krijgen. Zoals altijd had ik er spijt van dat ik voor die mens gevallen was.
Langzaam schudde ik mijn hoofd: 'Dat kan toch niet...'
De acteur knikte, hij leek het te begrijpen. Als volwassene zag hij wel in dat de natuur het weer overnam. De droom liep ten einde en men moest terugkeren naar waar hij hoorde, ik mocht hem wel.
'Kan ik niet bij hem blijven?' snikte de jongen, 'hij is toch van mij...'
Nog verder boog de jongen zich over de hond heen, slechts enkele stukjes vacht kon ik nog ontwaren. De acteur bleef staan, het viel me op dat de ouders van de jongens niets zeiden. Afwezig stonden ze ergens, als in de coulissen van  het toneel. Erg vond ik dat niet, ze stonden mij niet aan.
'Laat ze bij elkaar blijven,' zei de acteur zacht, pleitend, heel anders dan hij gedurende de nacht had geklonken. Was hij blij dat hij nu weg kon, van de droom, en mij?
'Goed,' zei ik, waarna ik op de jongen en de hond afliep. Met mijn vinger wenkte ik de hond, die opnieuw meteen volgde. Niet meer alleen ditmaal, de jongen haastte zich achter hem aan. Terstond leek hij gelukkig, gezonder ook dan ik hem tot nu toegezien. Deed ik het dan daarvoor? Of voor het glimlachje dat heel even het vermoeide gelaat van de acteur ophelderde?
Als altijd moest ik mijzelf voor het welzijn van de mens weer kwellen. Niet voor het eerst vroeg ik me af waarom ik deze taak op me had moeten nemen, waren immers niet alle mensen Gods zonen en dochters? Menig ander had het beter gedaan, lieden als Judas of de acteur, leugenaars.
Of misschien was ik ook zo, het stond me niet meer helder voor de geest. Met die gedachte spokend door mijn hoofd liep ik verder, zonder naar mijn gezelschap te kijken en enige afstand tot hen bewarend. Al snel bereikten wij de duisternis van de stad, waar we verzwolgen werden, zo snel, dat ons publiek niet zag wat er gebeurde. De hond liep met mij mee, verder, terug. De jongen lieten wij achter, hij lag alweer thuis in zijn bed, slapend. Morgen zou hij ontwaken en zich heel helder, voor zover men dat van een droom zeggen kon, een vreemde droom herinneren. Ook zijn ouders zouden zich een dergelijk waanbeeld herinneren.
In de loop van de dag zouden ze mogelijkerwijs geruchten opvangen van een enerverende droom, die ook door hun medeflatbewoners ervaren was. Een dag later zouden zij het echter alweer vergeten zijn. De jongen zou zijn hond niet missen.

Voor Nederlands boekverslag moesten we een stuk uit het boek herschrijven vanuit iemand anders' perspectief, en ik vond het wel goed gelukt, soort van iig

[Floris]

Though being in 'the real world', and he really hated calling it that, Truman still was not used to his new life. It still startled him how many things had changed, how many things he never thought about earlier in life. People who greeted him on the street he was used to. But people greeting him one day and forgetting all about him the next, he could not come to terms with. Now he knew that the people – or merely actors, he should say – had been paid to greet him on the streets, and somehow he could not resist thinking that those people had been nice to him all the time. 'Real' people might be genuine, they were also assholes. Now and again Truman found himself musing about the old days, dreaming away into the totally phoney world he had been so accustomed to.

It was like that day he walked into the book shop, a few days after his runaway. He had been in the shop the day before, and the shopkeeper had greeted him merrily, while sweeping dust off the bookshelves. The second time Truman entered, the shopkeeper was behind the counter, ignoring Truman and simply muttering under his breath while reading an enormous dark blue book, titled 'The Revelations of the Stars'. Nothing out of the ordinary, Truman nowadays would say, but that day it gave him a huge shock. He would stare at the shopkeeper, startled, and utter: "But. But yesterday morning you were standing over there, by the shelves!" The shopkeeper was of course frowning, and maybe wondering whether Truman was mentally retarded or not. "Er," he would say, "Was I?" Truman could not believe his own eyes. How could he have done that? Doing something completely different from the day before and not even knowing it? "How did you do that?" he said breathlessly. The man behind the counter blinked. "I got up, I opened the store and I read a book. This book." Truman started to laugh. These people were like himself! They did not stick to a script. They did not greet him on the streets at exactly the same point, at the same time, every day. These people were people, like him. It seemed to good to be true.

Or another time, when Truman met a woman down his own lane. She walked by and said "Hi," as he got out of his car. The next day, she was there again. But he was out of his car before she were close to the lane and Truman stood there, waiting for her to greet him. But nothing happened. She merely turned her head and smiled as if amused. Truman waved at her and said, "Why didn't you say anything?" She turned around and replied: "Why were you waiting?" and she walked on. Truman thought, why didn't she say 'hi'? She did so yesterday! And she walked way too slow. Or maybe I drove too fast. He could not work it out.

Today, Truman would laugh at himself remembering these embarrassing scenes. He would not react like that any more. But his old life had left scars. Whenever young Truman had attempted to steal something or do something incredibly dangerous, people had prevented him from doing so. They had the power to do so, as they controlled all his surroundings. But here were no restrictions. Truman had seen people stealing, people attempting to sail the seas on their own and dying, without any man or woman to stand up and say, "you may not do this!".  Any man could do anything. And therefore Truman had been caught for stealing, driving drunk, driving too fast, accidentally hitting over someone cycling, and so on. These were minor crimes, maybe except from injuring in the cyclist if he had died, but it was only the beginning.

It really all started when Truman and a friend came up with the idea of robbing a house. It seemed innocent, the people they wanted to break in at were rich, they could miss their television and computer. Or they probably had a good insurance. So when Truman made the plans, he had no idea this would turn out bad. The victim was a middle-aged man, with indeed a lot of money and a good insurance. But he also had sleeping issues. He would wake up at night and have some tea with honey, watching TV and then getting up the stairs again. Truman also did not know his friend had a gun. Mixing all these ingredients together, Truman had gotten himself into a disaster. As soon as he and his friend were inside the house, sneaking into the living room, their heard steps. Steps on the staircase. There was nowhere to go, they were trapped. Truman's friend drew his gun and fired. Again they were trapped. Gunshots in a house never mean there's a comfortable party going on, and it woke the neighbours up, too.

Truman knew he would see the real world again. He could see trees though the bars of his cell. But he wondered whether he wanted to see the real world again. It was a hard life. He wished he never found out about his old life.

Extra chapter Truman Show

[Jnusch]

Ik wil ook


INTERVIEW

For the first time in nearly twelve years, Christof, world-famous director of the Truman Show, has agreed to speak to give an interview. We bring it to you exclusively. Christof will reveal what life has been like and what he has been up to, and he will tell us all about his new show…

When Christof enters the room in which I have been made to wait, he is looking happy and relaxed, quite the opposite of what I had expected. He has put on some weight, but it looks good on him and, though he, too, has aged twelve years, he seems to look younger than ever.
You are looking good! Life seems to have treated you kindly…
(laughing) Yes, I have been feeling very well lately. It is because of my new show, putting your energy into something you love doing makes you feel alive. So much time has passed since the Truman Show, that I forgot how much I missed that world and the people I used to work with.
Ah, yes, concerning the people you worked with, how do you feel about Miriam Chen’s success?
She deserves all the success she gets. Though her work is not really my cup of tea, I admire her for her industrious labour. She has heart for the job and it is people like her who we need to bring the American television back to its former level.
It’s former level?
Yes, in my opinion, what has been produced in the last decade is pathetic. True emotions and exquisite actors have been replaced by brainless men and women, barely past their teens, who don’t give anything about real quality. Today, when I turn on the television, what I see brings me close to tears. Tears of sorrow. But now I am back and I am going to make a change.
I see. But now you are back and you have something completely new, and in your own words ‘far better’ for us!
The past years have been a real inspiration to me, so much has happened and I have always found that the best way to get over things is by weaving them into your work.
[/b]You mean the trial against you?[/b]
Amongst other things, yes. I have spent a lot of time over-thinking my life and my work. Recently I have started writing my autobiography.
What was it like? Truman sued you and many people, including some of your former co-workers, sided with him, claiming that you had never handled in his best interest.
That is a lot of nonsense. These people just wanted to make money out of Truman. Through him, they wanted to make more money. That was the exact opposite of my intentions, I loved Truman as if he were my own son. I still do, no matter all the things he has done to me. He didn’t know what to do when he stepped out into the real  world and, unfortunately, he chose to listen to the wrong people.
Have you kept in touch with Truman?
No, Philip, as he is called nowadays, and I do not speak to each other anymore.
Is this because of the alleged restraining order he filed against you?
He hasn’t filed a restraining order against me.
Then why are you and Truman no longer on speaking terms?
Philip and I simply lost touch, as sometimes happens in the real world.
The real world… do you still believe the world you created for Truman was better than this one?
Yes, I still deeply regret that Philip wasn’t able to see it that way. My world was much more pleasant. I think he probably regrets leaving.
So, could you tell the readers something about your trial? We all know the outcome was not pleasant for you, but what was it really like?
I will be publishing my autobiography shortly, in which you can read all about it. I can only say that is was a horrible time, which I never want to relive. One thing I have learnt is that in times like those, you get to know your true friends.
Alright then, back to your new show. It will be called Prison Life, what can we expect?
Again, I cannot reveal all the details, but the show will revolve around several men, all of whom have been imprisoned for a serious crime. The best part is that viewers have a say in the course of the show.
Audience involvement, what should we imagine that to be like?
Certain events will be scripted – professional actors will take on the roles of psychologist, therapists and wardens – to which the inmates will respond. The audience then gets to decide on their actions and you will get to see how the prisoners respond.
Wow, that sounds like something worth watching! When will it be airing?
The first episode should air at the end of coming January.
I’m looking forward to it already. Thank you for your time and hopefully we will be seeing a lot more of you in the future!
Undoubtedly.

Mini biography Christof
-   Born Edward Allen Harris
-   November 28, 1950
-   Began Hollywood career at 19
-   First show, ‘Grey’s Anatomy’, was never aired
-   ‘The Truman Show’ is still the longest running reality TV-show ever
-   Wife: Miranda Phoneyson, 1975-1998
-   Imprisoned: 1998-2002