Depauw Monologue

Hello, my name is Brayan. This is my second year here at Ridgewater, and I'm majoring in economics. I'm originally from Mexico but I've lived in the U.S for the better half of my life. I like to read about historical events and figures, watching movies, and cooking. I work at my parents' restaurant,

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

Dear Whitney, sorry i have not been able to get ahold of you sooner, but you will not believe where i am and what i have done. It's a long and confusing story so bear with me. Feel free to write back, i look forward to any letters from you.

The couple sits on their couch in the living room of their large two story home, they moved into early in the summer, newly built, beautifully decorated. Both staring at their flat screen T.V watching pictures of their son flash across the screen with tears in their eyes.

Come on women where the hell you've been? Been fucking around with Everyman on the planet. See fucking batsman the guardsman, doorman the fucking mailman had to go fucking dormant, in the morning became a Mormon. Don't touch my garment it's way to expensive and important. Don't want hands on it that don't belong to it. I refuse to except I'm a bad influence, it's intuitive assuasive. Let's be honest I'm innovative. Let's be honest to ourselves and our family's and say that we're pieces of shit. Just kidding. But I'm not kidding. Fucking peter the fisherman one of the most influential people in history. Stop fucking with me. Don't fuck with me. Or I'll curve you. One world order. Bonhomie records, Partners were not partners that's ignorance.

Hi I’m Joseph Austing Meyers, but you all can call me Joey. I was born in Duncan, South Carolina where I have been raised for 20 years. I graduated from James F. Byrnes High School, in the spring of 2014. I am a sophomore in college now, and am planning to transfer to College of Charleston to pursue a bachelor’s degree in Business Arts. Ever since I was younger, I loved the outdoors! Nature is fascinating to me and I love to be active, especially when the weather is nice! I play football, soccer, golf, basketball, baseball, and I enjoy running and walking on nice days. I love a lot of different genres of music. I listen to music from rap to rock to jazz to country, as long as I can appreciate it – I will listen to it. For the past few months

Who killed me? “ I asked with a wheezy voice. The answer came from all around the train. Billy Pilgrim.” Billy Pilgrim”?

Willy was a hard man to love. I should know. I spent a majority of my life trying to understand him. Even up until the day he killed- passed away, I don’t understand why he would do such a thing. And to think, this morning I paid off the last of the house payment! What a man, leaving me to pay for the house and to eat all of the swiss cheese myself. More for me, I suppose!

I’ve been in this damp, smelly trench for what seems like forever but really it has only been 2 months. The awful smells and gorey things I’ve heard and seen are things I have never even imagined. The smell of burnt flesh, dead bodies ,and raw sewage are unbearable. The awful things I’ve seen would make a super hero sick . I’ve seen people so scared and wanting to go home so badly that they actually shoot themselves.I’ve seen people with such bad foot rot that they can stab it in the black part of the foot with a knife and not feel it. There is so much blood and death that I can’t fire another shot. The millions of bugs and rats only make it harder to think about not being here because I am always swatting at something to get

I didn't know how to respond. He was my friend, nothing more. So the request to do such an act blew me away. I never expected him to ask such a thing, especially in person. It was just so... strange coming from him. I always knew he as "pure" compared to Sasha and I. Don't get me wrong, he did all the same stuff that her and I did, but I couldn't picture him asking a girl to do something to him like that.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

As an artist with exceptional talent, I found myself in a peculiar situation - the sight of a white canvas and a paint brush in my hand induced an unbearable state of boredom. Due to my predicament, I began a quest to find the perfect muse to rejuvenate my artistic spirit. After six miserable months of pursuing my objective, I began to feel like one of Vonnegut’s misfit characters and had ecided to surrender to fate, and that’s when my muse sauntered into my life. As a result of my newly discovered inspiration the time had come to have a chat with my mother. When I arrived at her opulent country estate, Whispering Breeze, I found her lounging on the veranda enjoying the frolics of her two Doberman pincers, Lady Joséphine and Sir

Hey Vincent, It’s Joe Krisciunas. College is pretty cool, I like my school and my dorm mates, though I definitely miss going to Friday night magic, tell Damien and Jackson I said hi. I got my Kingdom Death stuff as well as the next few Time Stories expansions, I’ll make sure I bring them over winter break. If you have your painting stuff, I’ll let you paint any of the miniatures, we should try out that stone statue painting style, it looks really good. How has life been? Where are you thinking of going to college? I know you were looking at Case Western, I have a friend who goes there and he really likes it. If you visit contact me and I’ll see if he can meet you and give you some insider information.

For the past three weeks, I have had the pleasure of being on the crew of the play The Illusion. The cast, crew, and the production group for this play did a wonderful job of bringing to light the true meaning of this play: love.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.