Flowers for Algernon

by Daniel Keyes

I just want to be smart like other pepul so I can have lots of frends who like me.

If your smart you can have lots of frends to talk to and you never get lonley by yourself all the time.

Then I was gone to try and find my mom and dad. They woud be serprised to see how smart I got because my mom always wanted me too be smart to. Mabey they woudnt send me away no more if they see how smart I am.

Im mixd up but Miss Kinnian says dont worry spelling is not suppose to make sence.

She said; You, got. to-mix?them!up: She showd? me” how, to mix! them; up, and now! I can. mix (up all? kinds of punctuation—in, my. writing! There” are lots, of rules; to learn? but. Im’ get’ting them in my head:

Punctuation, is? fun!

“People have not been bad to you.” “What do you know about it? Listen, the best of them have been smug and patronizing—using me to make themselves superior and secure in their own limitations. Anyone can feel intelligent beside a moron.”

Shadows out of the past clutch at my legs and drag me down. I open my mouth to scream, but I am voiceless. My hands are trembling, I feel cold, and there is a distant humming in my ears.

see now that when Norma flowered in our garden I became a weed, allowed to exist only where I would not be seen, in corners and dark places.

Here in your university, intelligence, education, knowledge, have all become great idols. But I know now there’s one thing you’ve all overlooked: intelligence and education that hasn’t been tempered by human affection isn’t worth a damn.”

P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.