I first read George Orwell's 1984 when I was 13. It was a book my older sister left in the basement room that I moved into after my Grandfather was moved into my original bedroom. She told me it was some dumb book that she had to write a stupid report on for high school.

Six months later, on the eve of 1984. I watched in utter shock and disbelief when I watched a news segment praising of how we avoided the terrible fate that the book portrayed. When in reality, it was clear from the book, that the date was irrelevant to the message, and that what they were saying was the form of propaganda, false reality it warned of. I walked around in a stupor for the rest of the day, numb from the reality I found myself in.

Shortly there after, 1984 was removed from the required reading list of high schools, and I never had to read, or have to write a 'stupid report' on that 'dumb book' I found in my basement.

^{Ĥ̅͛ǝ̮̺͕̲̰llo} ʍoɹlp' ^I,m Qnǝsʇᴉouɐqlǝ.̬̘̟ͅ