The Pool Monologue

The scene starts off by Spongebob and Patrick screaming as they are being pulled out of the fish tank they are being held captive in. The scuba-diver, Spongebob and Patrick in hand, marches over to a table lit with a lamb, each step thumbing across the wooden floor. Spongebob and Patrick, the lamps intense heat bearing down on them, begin to sweat and dry up. The scuba-diver laughs menacingly. He then proceeds to take a book and close the door to the bathroom. As they lay in the gift shop, shriveling up from the heat of lamp, Spongebob and Patrick realise that they have made it to Shell City. Overcome with joy, they began to sniffle and a single tear forms in an eye from both. Spongebob and Patrick sing as loud as they can, “I’m a goofy goober,

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

One of the greatest tragedies in Australia happened over 50 years ago, it was the disappearance of the Beaumont children. Nine year old Jane Nartare Beaumont, seven year old Arnna Kathleen Beaumont and four year old Grant Ellis Beaumont took a trip to Glenelg Beach near Adelaide, in South Australia, on January 26, 1966 unsupervised, for a day of fun. Little did they, and others know that the day would end in a tragedy. Taking a bus to their destination at 10am is when everything began. The children’s mother, Nancy, was worried when her children did not arrive home at the time she hoped. She waited for every bus and when her husband Jim came home they searched the beach themselves. After a long search they went to the authorities and they went

Twenty years ago Jimmy Wells wanted to meet me at this place twenty years from now. Now he has caught me because he knew I was a thief .

"Bye mom!" I yell as I walk out the door on my way to school. My mom reminds

If anyone asked me—and they most certainly did not ask me—I never wanted to work at the YMCA. I wanted to get out of this shit-hole town, like everyone else. Pack up my car and head out to Cali.

Epilogue The time has come. The last day of school has arrived. 4 years of uncertainty and uneasiness.

On Monday, I opened the front doors to my school and was hit with a wave of voices and bickering from all sides of me. There was a semi-large group of people gathered around a newspaper page hung on the wall. After pushing through the group to see the newspaper, i recognized the two boys shown on the picture. It was Johnny and Ponyboy, both running frantically around a church engulfed in flames. This had been the talk of the town lately, how a couple of greasers rescued children from a burning building. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation running through the group. Everyone was talking about how greasers could do something so heroic. But instead of sounding surprised, or even grateful the children were alive, they were calling Johnny and Ponyboy terrible things I don’t want to even begin to remember. Why? They’d been so brave, running into a burning building like that to save those children. Anyone else would’ve let them burn in there.

All I ever thought about was the time I almost killed a kid. His names Johnny, Johnny Cade. He was an innocent little boy, he had dark eyes along with dark hair. He had tan skin and was the smallest out of all his friends. I was with my buddies in my blue Mustang, and we saw him walking. Us socs are the high class and we wear nice, expensive clothes and live in big houses and have nice cars. Then there's the greasers who wear old hand-me-downs and live in crappy houses and don't have very good families or a lot of money. You see, there's a lot of tension between us. It’s fun for the socs like me to jump the greasers, I guess it doesn't do anything for us but we just get a kick out of it. I'm really not a bad guy but I try to act tough, which

Hi im john, i like to golf and like dogs. I'm from the U.S. i’m gonna golf at the Olympics. I feel nervous but confident about my event. My competitions names are Joe, Thomas, Ryan,David,William,my friend Jack,and Jeff.they had a good run against other people now they have to go against each other. Their practicing their swings and teeing off. I am gonna try to get a lot of pars some birdies and gonna try for an eagle. Maybe a hole in one. We start and I start off incredible by getting a birdie on the first hole. Then it gets intense on the 5th hole. Goes back and forth and my position right now, I’m in 4th place so i have to put up some competition for my competitors i make a comeback at the 10th hole. Hopefully i get to 2nd place at least.

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.

“On February 29, 1944 the Nazis invaded the Boom house. Six people escaped detection because of the secret room, but Corrie and her father, sisters, and brother were captured along with twenty five others. They were arrested for their work with the resistance.” “After the four months in prison, all the prisoners were told to pack their baggage and take the train. When they were about to board a train Corrie saw her sister Bestie and finally both met in railway station. They were taken to the labor camp so that they may work there. Life wasn’t easy in the labor camp. They had to work hard and punishment was severe. ” One day Betsie was cruelly beaten by a guard for not working hard, but she prayed for the guard that hurt her. Betsie had a

‘’I live on 2356 on Hudson Street,’’ replied Cherry. ‘’My house is the third on Hudson Street. Hudson Street is the where you would go to enter the Westside of Town.’’

The incident that I have been investigating is the “Stolen Generation”. The Stolen Generation act took place in Australia from approximately 1890 until 1970, when the white people took aboriginal children away from their families. They did this for numerous amounts of reasons, none which were justifiable for their actions. The white did this because they believed that they would have been steeling their language, tradition, knowledge, dances, spirituality and future. They also thought that by taking the next generation of aboriginals that their whole race would just “die out”. When stealing the children, they tend to take more of the mixed descent kids because the white people believed that they would “fit in” easier. After the aboriginal children

Up in the club Lady Is steady crying Performers just yelling pay me While plenty homies are trying To get a shorty's number get in them pipes like a plumber I wonder if I can find me a skirt to just get up under Cooling i'm in the club over there shorty fine I bet a piece of that pussy could bring me some piece of mind