Belmont High Senior Monologue Essay

At 3:00 PM on Sunday April 13th, 2014, I attended the performance “Shared Graduate Dance Concert at the Clarice Smith Performing Arts Center-Dance Theatre. Walking into the theatre I had anticipated experiencing an upright performance. This sensation came as I visited the website for the Shared Graduate Concert and saw a breath taking photo that entailed a person behind a curtain holding their hand up and a fuzzy person in front of a curtain. Also, I knew I was in for a good ride after I saw Meghan Bowden in the pamphlet.

Filippo Gorgione was dressed like Picca except for his blue silk necktie that had a pattern of small red hearts instead of stripes. It was a gift of a girl friend and he thought that it brought him luck. Filippo wasted no time and was busy with his eyes before he sat down. He could tell the Cody family from the Fidelli’s, but the rest were all strangers. He looked in all directions for Stu and decided that he was in a courtroom making a buck Jaimie’s wife was strikingly beautiful but not what he had imagined. He had no thoughts about the children for children to him were an accident, but he did have positive thoughts about

Hello fellow peers if you don’t already know me I am henry Dorset one of the parish leaders at St Dunston. As you all know I am a parish man who people idolised me as a leader before his election as a church official I have been poor as those I now looked after. I had taken poor relief in hard times. Now my job is to run things, look after the ins and outs of the parish, I raise taxes and derations, appoint the constables who kept order, and the rackets who kept the streets clean and above all I kept a detailed record of how every penny of parish money was spent. Cock and key ally was home to half a million of people in London before the plague started.

This passage illustrates the lack of connection between Cha-Cha and his brothers, Russell and Lonnie. He is desperately trying to get someone to understand the struggles in his life but he cannot seem to connect with any of his siblings. Flournoy wrote this section of the book so that it contains strictly dialogue between the characters. We, the readers, are not able to gain a clear insight as to how each character is reacting to the telephone conversation. When speaking over the phone, it is very difficult to judge the reaction of the person on the end of the line.

The mission directors chose a ship full of queers, so we didn't spend every last minute agonizing about the family we left back on the Blue Marble. They wanted a crew of men who loved each other and desired each other's company, so that we could be happy where we were. And for the most part it worked.

First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.

First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.

Both Dade and Julian where fixated on proving themselves right and defending their beliefs about

The wind tousled my hair around as I closed my eyes and took deep, shaky breaths. The faint sound of the crowd cheering upstage didn't help with my nerves, so, instead, I turned my ears to the delicate waves rolling up the beach. I opened my eyes and gazed out at the lake; now an open canvas for the golden sun which had began setting. Quietly, I plucked each string of my guitar- though I’d already tuned them several times. On the outside, I may have seemed ready, content, and excited; however, on the inside, no matter how tranquilizing the back stage scenery was, I was terrified to the core.

As of late, I have been pondering as to what I should do with thee and thy family. After many a days and long, sleepless nights, I have found my resolve. In the bitter end, my thoughts have concluded not to petty arguing but to a vehement brawl. Only a low-born fool would deny a challenge to defend his household! Is that what thou art? A low-born fool, petty, unmuzzled, and ill-nurtured. Why might I make such a rash decision to fight thee, one may ask. It should be as clear as the day is lively! This matter runs much deeper than futile loathing.

Over eighteen thousand people, of all ages, gender, shape, and size, had assembled for the sole purpose of listening to one band perform. Almost giddy with anticipation, I turned to look at my friend, ignoring the dizzying drop below, and was ecstatic to see the same level of wonder on her face. Concert had been such a foreign word until now. Lights flared from overhead, coupled with the glow of thousands of flashlights that blinked from the crowd. As the once brightly-lit room suddenly went dim, a deafening wave of screams resounded with enthusiasm. The lead singer crossed the stage trying to build up the already intense fervor that hung palpably in the

Everybody and all that I have adored I have lost. How unfortunate. My father and mother, Belle Reve, and now Mitch. While it isn't last I comprehend what will happen, for I have no fortunes with regards to love. To start with my poor, dear, youthful spouse. Why, goodness why, did his passing need to happen? On the off chance have he not kicked the bucket, I would not need to confront this cold blooded and revolting world alone. The main way I know how to survive is to, well, lie. In any case, how am I to keep this up when I know I have been exploited?

At the start of April my oldest son John became very ill with what the doctor said was Smallpox. No one knows who had the disease first but my son was sent with the other infected people to the end of the wagon trail to be quarantined. That sunday many of us prayed for the sick as I would ask God to give my son the strength to fight off this disease and bring him back to me safely and better than he was before. I wrote to John every day as that would be the only way the families of the sick could speak to their loved ones to not risk spreading the disease more, in his letters he spoke of many people with blisters as big as a young child’s hand and that he felt the longer he was with these sick people the more his health began to decline. During

I remembered that I did not mind having to play all these songs repeatedly, but I do remember getting angry that I did not get first chair. My first chair position was taken away when a senior somehow got sick on her audition day, so she received extra days to practice. I was disappointed. More than half the class worked on being eligible to travel by improving their grades. Others began to complain about how irritated they were when the whole band had to restart the same section over again due to someone else’s mistake or lack of

I felt their hands land on my shoulders, pushing me forward and backward. It eventually made me feel dizzy, but once I help myself out of that sea of humans, my heart pumped very fast like I was on a roller coaster. After a 20 minutes of delay, the concert finally started. I screamed my lungs out as I clearly could not control my excitement. The intense and humid atmosphere fitted perfectly into the concert, making everyone enjoy the concert to their fullest. After the concert ended, I was exhausted but I could not believe that I was seeing the world star Bigbang with my own eyes. As soon as my dad starting driving we did not stop talking how amazing the concert was and how it should've been longer until we arrived at a restaurant to eat a late dinner before we went home.