The Blind Side Script
Literature Teacher: His best chance at improving is with the written essay at the end of the year. It counts a third of his grade.
Leigh Anne Tuohy: Well that's it. We're sunk.
Miss Sue: Why don't you write about "Great Expectations"? You're a lot like Pip. I mean he was poor, he was an orphan and someone kind of found him. You should be able to relate to that. Fine, let's go through the reading list. But you're gonna have to pick one, Michael.
Miss Sue: "Pygmalion"...
Miss Sue: "A Tale of Two Cities".....
Miss Sue: "The Charge of the Light Brigade"...
Sean Tuohy: "Half a league, half a league, half a league onward"
Sean Tuohy: I love that one.
Miss Sue: He loves it. Why don't you do this and I'll watch basketball?
Sean Tuohy: Okay.
Sean Tuohy: "All in the Valley of Death rode the six hundred."
Sean Tuohy: They named LSU's stadium Death Valley because of this story.
Michael Oher: Alfred, Lord Tennyson has writing about LSU Ole Miss. You're kidding?
Sean Tuohy: No. It's a great story.
Miss Sue: It's a poem.
Sean Tuohy: "Forward the Light Brigade!"
Sean Tuohy: It's like the offense.
Sean Tuohy: "Charge for the guns he said."
Sean Tuohy: That's the end zone.
Sean Tuohy: "Into the Valley of Death"
Sean Tuohy: "Rode the six hundred."
Sean Tuohy: "Forward the Light Brigade!"
Sean Tuohy: "Was there a man dismay'd?"
Sean Tuohy: "Not tho' the soldier knew"
Sean Tuohy: "Someone had blundered."
Michael Oher: Someone made a mistake?
Sean Tuohy: Yeah, their leader, their coach.
Michael Oher: But why would they go ahead if they knew he messed up?
Sean Tuohy: "Theirs not to make reply,"
Sean Tuohy: "theirs not to reason why,"
Sean Tuohy: "theirs but to do and die:"
Sean Tuohy: "Into the Valley of Death"
Sean Tuohy: "Rode the six hundred."
Michael Oher: They're all gonna die, aren't they?
Sean Tuohy: Yeah.
Michael Oher: That's really, really sad.
Sean Tuohy: I think you just found something to write about, Michael.
Essay of Michael Oher:
Courage is a hard thing to figure. You can have courage based on a dumb idea or mistake, but you're not supposed to question adults, or your coach or your teacher because they make the rules.
Maybe they know best but maybe they don't. It all depends on who you are, where you come from.
Didn't at least one of the six hundred guys think about giving up. And joining with the other side?
I mean, Valley of Death that's pretty salty stuff.
That's why courage it's tricky.
Should you always do what others tell you to do? Sometimes you might not even know why you're doing something.
I mean any fool can have courage.
But honor, that's the real reason you either do something or you don't.
It's who you are and maybe who you want to be.
If you die trying for something important then you have both honor and courage and that's pretty good.
I think that's what the writer was saying. That you should hope for courage and try for honor.
And maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some, too.
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The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854
Written 1854
Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
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