Chapter 3 third chapter

When we got to college, Coach Brian came into the gym, and we were all sitting there in our shorts and sweatshirts, and he had a talk.The content of the words is similar to what Coach Fellers said, but even a simple-minded person like me can see that this guy is serious!His speech was short and sweet and concluded that the last person to get on the bus to the practice field was not allowed to take the bus to the practice field, he had to go in Coach Blythe's shoes (kicked)!Yes, coach.Everyone had no doubts about his words, and they immediately piled on the bus one by one like pancakes. It was August, and August in Alabama is hotter than anywhere else.In other words, if you put an egg on the helmet, it will be cooked in about ten seconds.Of course no one has tried it because.Might piss off Coach Blythe.No one wants to piss off the coach because.The day was getting to be unbearable, and Coach Blythe had some thug-type men, and he asked them to show me the environment.They took me to where I wanted to go.It's a nice brick building right on campus, and some say it's nicknamed "The Apes' Dorm."A goon there drove me there and led me upstairs to my room.Unfortunately, what looks good on the outside doesn't necessarily look the same on the inside.At first glance, the building appeared to have been unoccupied for a long time. It was dusty and dirty, the doors were mostly hung askew on loose leaves or dented, and the windows were mostly smashed.

A couple of guys were laying on the bunks, barely dressed, because the temperature in the room was about 110 degrees Fahrenheit (43 degrees Celsius), and there were flies and bugs buzzing.There is a large stack of newspapers in the lobby; at first I was worried they would make us read them since this is a university, but it didn't take me long to learn that the newspapers are meant to be laid on the floor to keep you from walking around with dust and dirt . The goons took me to my room and said they hoped my roommate would be in the room, a guy named Curtis or something, but there was no sign of him.So they told me to unpack and settle down, and pointed me to where the bathroom was.That bathroom was worse than a single-slot gas station toilet.Before leaving, one of the thugs said that Curtis and I should get along because we both have brains like eggplants.I glared at the thug who said that because I was tired of hearing this kind of slander, but he ordered me to get down on my stomach and do fifty push-ups.

After that, I obeyed everything obediently. I spread a sheet over the bunk to cover the dust, and lay down to sleep.I was dreaming of sitting in the living room with my mother, like it used to be when it was hot, and she made me a glass of lemonade, and talked to me for a long time - suddenly bored, and the room was knocked open, and I was scared Half dead!There's a guy standing in the doorway with a frantic expression, eyes popping out, missing teeth, a nose like a pumpkin, and hair standing on end like he's plugged something into a socket.I guess this is Curtis. He settled into the room, looking left and right as if he thought someone would surprise him; then he stepped straight through the door he had just knocked down.Curtis wasn't very tall, but he was built like a refrigerator.He started by asking me where I was from.I said Port Mobil, and he said it was a "fancy butt place". He said he was from Opal Town, where peanut butter was made exclusively. If I didn't like it, he would open a can and wipe my ass with his own hands!We probably talked to this extent on the first day we met.

During practice that afternoon, the temperature on the court was about 10,000 degrees. Coach Blythe's thugs were all running and shouting beside them, forcing us to practice.My tongue was hanging out of my mouth like a tie or something, but I tried my best to practice. Finally they grouped us up, put me on the back side, and we started working on running passes. Well, before I came to college, they sent me a bag with a million different ways to play American football, and I asked Coach Fellers what to do with the bag, and he just shook his head sadly and said Don't do anything - I'll just wait to get to college and let them figure it out.

I wish I hadn't listened to Coach Fellers at the moment, because I went the wrong way the first time I ran, and the top thug came up and yelled at me, and when he stopped he asked me if I Haven't studied the tactics they sent me?I said, "Well, no." He immediately jumped up and down and danced like he was attacked by a bee. After he calmed down, he told me to run five laps around the practice field. He went to talk to Coach Bryce about taking me what to do. Coach Brian sat on a tower and looked down on us like a great god.I was running around in circles and watched the goon climb the tower, and when he finished talking, Coach Blythe stretched his neck forward and I felt his eyes hooked on my stupid ass.Suddenly, a voice came from the microphone: "Forrest Gump, report to the coach tower," and I saw the coach and the thugs climb down the tower.As I ran, I wished I was running back.

But imagine my surprise, my friend, to see Coach Bryce smiling.He beckoned me to the stage, and after we sat down, he asked me if I hadn't studied the tactics he'd sent me.I opened my mouth to explain what Coach Fellers told me, but Coach Bryce cut me off and told me to get back on the field and catch the ball, so I told him something I guess he didn't want to hear, which is that I never I didn't catch the ball, because they thought it was difficult for me to remember the position of our goal, let alone catch the ball in mid-air while running. Hearing this sentence, a very strange look appeared in Coach Blythe's eyes. He looked into the distance, as if he was looking at the moon or something.Then he told the goons to fetch a ball, and when the ball was fetched, Coach Blythe told me to run away and turn around.As soon as I turned around, he threw the ball to me.I watched the ball fly by as if in slow motion, but it bounced off my fingertips and landed on the ground.Coach Blythe nodded his head up and down like he should have expected this outcome, but somehow I don't think he was happy.

When I was a child, whenever I did something wrong, my mother would say, "Forrest, you must be careful, because they will lock you up." I was afraid of being locked up somewhere, so I always tried to do my best, but I No matter how much they locked me up, there was no worse place than "ape dormitory". The shitty things people in the dorms do won't be tolerated at school for idiots - like taking out the toilet so you pee in a hole in the floor, and they throw the toilet out the window, smash it On the roof of the car by the side of the road.One night a big guy who hit the center line pulled out a rifle and shot all the windows out of a fraternal school across the street.The school police got up, but that guy found an external motor somewhere, threw it out the window and smashed it on the roof of the police car.Bryan ordered him to run a few extra laps of the range as punishment.

Curtis and I didn't get along very well, so I've never been this lonely.I miss my mom and want to go home.The problem with Curtis is that I don't know him.What he said was always mixed with too many swear words, and every time I was distracted to figure out those words, I missed his point.Most of the time I presume his point is that he is not happy with something. Curtis had a car, and he used to drop me off to practice, but when I met him one day, he was hunched over a huge drain cover, cursing.It appears that he had a flat tire and accidentally dropped the cap screw cap into the drain while changing the tire.Seeing that I was going to be late for practice, that wasn't a good thing, so I said to him, "Why don't you take one nut off each of the other three tires, so each tire has three nuts, and it should last the driving range .”

Curtis stopped cursing, looked up at me for a long time, and said, "You must be an idiot, how did you come up with that?" I said, "I may be an idiot, but at least I'm not stupid," after hearing this, Curtis jumped up and ran after me with the tire tool, calling me the worst words he could think of, and it totally ruined our friendship. Afterwards, I decided to find another place to live, so after practice I ran to the basement of the "Ape Dormitory" and stayed there all night.The basement was no dirtier than the upstairs room and had a light bulb.I moved the bed down the next day and I've been sleeping in the basement ever since.

Meanwhile, school started; they had to find a way to accommodate me.There's a guy in the physical education department who doesn't seem to be doing anything but trying to get credit for the idiots in the department.Some subjects should be very easy, such as physical education, and they chose this course for me.But I have to take English and a science or math, and there's no wiggle room here.I later learned that some professors are willing to accommodate the players. They understand that the players spend all their energy on the game and have no time to go to class.There was one such professor in the science department, but unfortunately he only taught one class called "Intermediate Optics," apparently for graduate students in the physics department.But they put me in anyway, even though I didn't know anything about physics.

English class was not so lucky.This department obviously doesn't have sympathetic professors, so they told me to just go to class and don't care if I don't understand, and they will figure it out later. For "Intermediate Optics," they gave me a five-pound textbook that looked like it was written in China.But every night I took the book to the basement and sat on the bed and read it by the light bulb for a while, somehow, I started to understand it.What I didn't understand was why I took this course, but working out those equations was a piece of cake.My teacher was Professor Hawke, and after a quiz, she told me to go to his office after class.He said, "Gump, I want you to be honest with me, did someone tell you the answer?" I shook my head, so he gave me a piece of paper with a question written on it, and he told me to sit down answer.After I finished writing the answer, Professor Hawke looked at my answer, shook his head and said, "God!" English class is another story.My teacher was Mr. Ben, he was very strict and talkative.After class on the first day, he asked us to write a short autobiography and give it to him that evening.That was probably the most difficult thing I ever encountered in my life, but I stayed up most of the night, thinking about writing and writing, and writing whatever came to mind, anyway, it didn’t matter if they told me to give up this course. A few days later, Mr. Ben returned our homework and his comments to the students one by one, and made fun of everyone's autobiography.Then he returned my homework, and I thought it was a disaster.But he picked up my homework and read it to everyone. He laughed while reading, and everyone laughed together.I wrote about going to school for dummies, and playing for Coach Fellers, and going to the All State Football Fest, and about the draft board and taking Jenny Curran to the movies.After Mr. Ben finished reading, he said, "Hey, this is creation! This is what I want!" Everyone turned to look at me, and he said, "Mr. How did you write this article?" I was like, "Because I want to pee." Mr. Ben seemed startled, and then he laughed, as did the others.He said, "Mr. Kimball, you're a very interesting guy." I was surprised again. The first ball game was on a Saturday a few weeks later.Practice was mostly bad, and eventually Coach Blythe figured out a way to set me up, not unlike the way Coach Fellers figured out in high school.They simply handed me the ball and let me run.I had a good run that day, four touchdowns, and we beat Georgia 35-3, and everybody took turns patting me on the back, and it hurt.I called my mom after cleaning and she had listened to it on the radio and was ecstatic!Everyone went to a party or something that night, and no one invited me, so I went back underground.I stayed in the basement for a while, and I heard music upstairs, it was so beautiful, I don't know why, but I went upstairs to see what music it was. There's a guy, Bob, sitting in his room playing the harmonica.He hurt his foot at practice and couldn't play, so he had nowhere else to go.He asked me to sit on a bed and listen to him play. We didn't talk or do anything, just sat on the same bed and he played his harmonica.After about an hour, I asked him if he could let me try it, and he said, "Yeah." Little did I know it was going to change my entire life. I blew—Chen Zi, gradually I blew pretty well, and Bob was so excited that he said he had never heard such a good thing. It was getting late, and Bob asked me to take the harmonica downstairs, and I went back to the basement and played for a long time, and I didn't go to bed until I was sleepy. The next day, Sunday, I gave the harmonica back to Bob, but he said give it to me; he had another one.I was so happy that I went out for a walk, then sat under a tree and played all day until there was nothing left to play. It was evening.The sun was going down, so I went to the "orangutan dormitory".When I was about to pass the "patio", I suddenly heard a girl shouting: "Forrest Gump!" I turned around and saw Jenny Curran behind me.She had a big smile on her face and she came over and took my hand and said she saw me play yesterday and I played really well and so on.It turned out that she was not angry at the movie theater that day.And said it wasn't my fault, it was just an embarrassing situation.She invited me to have a Coca-Cola with her. Things are too good to be true.I sat with Jenny Curran, and she said she had taken music and drama classes and planned to be an actress or a singer.She also participated in a small folk music group, which will perform in the "Student Union" building tomorrow night, and asked me to watch it.I'm telling you, friend, I can't wait.