Jilliard Monologue

- He offered me to take the blame, but I know that did not kill Jill and that man. I could not. I loved Jill - contritely said the man and shut by the hands face. - I saw how he killed her and was unable to help ... no one believes me, and ye believe not. So why come? Convince me that I is guilty? - Tom shouted loudly and dramatically jumped out of bed, his face was purple, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his neck swelled and began to throb. - And all because you find it easier to shift the blame on me, than to find the

A great story! I first got a little bored when it was said that Jill’s father died, because this is not a very surprising plot, but your descriptions later really made a difference. Jill’s reaction was so real and I like how she finally talked to her mom, I mean the tear and the choke. Also you did a great job describing the setting and the change of the setting, from the warm and comfortable to cold and biting. This change fits well with the change of Jill’s mind and actually reinforced how she was influenced by the tragedy. Something you may want to know is I am a little bit confused when you switch to tell the office and thoughts of Joseph. It kind of broke the consistency of the description of Jill. Also there are a lot of background information

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a

For the past 17 years, Elk Mound has been my home. When most people drive through the village on highway 12, they glance ahead, not noticing the community around them. The people living, working, or attending school here are not only my friends, but in a way, my family. I have grown up with people who have more in common with my rather than just where we live. There are 66 young adults in my class today, and I have known everyone’s name since first grade. Attending a small high school has given me multiple opportunities to join a variety of clubs. If I am playing a basketball game, running in a meet, or participating at the State Academic Decathlon meet, I see familiar faces from my community. The support of a small community is personal. Since

Emily: (shakes her head) "No. I think Kate's motto has always been 'Don't bring your personal issues to work'."

It was 12:00,early fall in caveman years. The desert was really cold. The desert had hardly anything to survive for a girl named Jill,or as I should say a ghost named Jill was 15 years old. She was always shy,but it wasn't like people could see her.

I woke up to my phone ringing with notifications like crazy, but before I grabbed my phone, I discovered that Mark was no longer sleeping by my side. I rubbed my eyes as I gently called out to him, thinking he was in the room, but I didn't hear a response. I sat up on the bed, fully awake then deciding to go look for him. However, before I could go out, my phone started vibrating again.

I am a dedicated and conscientious student in class, and a key member in many extra-curricular activities. As a keen musician, playing violin, trombone and piano, I contribute to a number of musical ensembles in school and played an integral part in the organisation of our school’s summer concert. I am also a member of several local youth orchestras and bands, with whom I have toured abroad many times, most recently to Italy, France and Belgium.

Growing up in a small town there isn’t much you miss. You visit the same restaurants, “hangout spots”, and school functions. With so little to do, naturally you end up in the same places. Everyone knows everyone and cliques form faster than you can say “school year.” People usually kept the same friends they met and bond with in the 1st grade.

Me: Hello, John. I like the lighthouse that we are in. Why have you decided to seclude yourself inside of here? John: I’m merely an experiment.

My friend J John, who is an author and evangelist, tells of being on an airplane, talking to a lady who was a CEO of a company. She asked him, “And what do you do?” J John said, “Well . . . I work for a global enterprise. We’ve got outlets in nearly every country of the world!

From the moment I decided I wanted to audition, I was in for a wild ride. I had always wanted to be in jazz band, but my instrument (the clarinet) wasn’t included. I also had some knowledge of the guitar, but the role was already taken by one of the best guitarists in the state. It wasn’t until two weeks before auditions that I heard that the guitar player was giving up his position to pursue swimming. That day I went home to dust off my guitar and got to work. I needed to learn improvisation, scales, and a prepared piece.

And my efforts slowly started to pay off. During my sophomore year I had the opportunity to play the most challenging first part in my school’s concert band, in all of our performance pieces. At the end of my sophomore year I was picked to perform in my school’s graduation band. In my junior year I began to play the first part in all of our marching performances as well. As time went on I began to realize just how valuable a musical education is and how much of a fool I would have been to throw it away.

“Oh, you would make a lovely flute player!” countless people told me when I explained about joining band. I ignored them though, because my mind had been made up long ago. Percussion was the only section for me. I crept in on that first day, nervous as could be. What if I didn’t fit in? What if I wasn’t as talented as the rest of them? Luckily for me, I saw a familiar face right away- Austin Britton. He had been in my homeroom in sixth grade, and had been very kind to me. Of course, being himself he immediately tried to sell me some crap about all these crazy strict rules they had in band, but I saw right through it. Everyone else was surprisingly welcome, a characteristic I hadn’t experienced with many other people in public school so far. I immediately felt right at home. Fast forward another year, and eighth grade is upon me, bringing another band year with it. I was definitely in my element, I even tried out for district band and made it! I spent an entire day in November of that year rehearsing with other students from the surrounding area, and was able to help give an amazing concert that same night. It was one of the most enriching experiences of my life so far. By the end of middle school, I knew for sure this is where I