American Trash Monologue

raHe searched everywhere for those shoes, those perfect tan ones with that fabric flower that fit him just right. The closet, underneath his bed, in the pile of clean clothes he meant to fold a week ago. They were nowhere to be found, completely gone from the face of the Earth, leaving Cal Hampton barefooted and discouraged. It was only eight in the morning and his room was more of a mess than it usually was, plus, worst of all, he didn 't have a single pair of shoes that matched the floral skirt settled upon his waist. He bought it just for that damn pair, those adorable, dainty tan shoes, and now, the thing was useless. Grunting, the boy thrust the fabric past his knees. His blouse followed soon after, landing in the disheveled grasp of his

I can 't get out of this box. The last time I looked out my window I saw meadows. Long, far, empty meadows. Living on the great plains has it 's benefits, but those meadows are ruining it for me. I keep my head away from the window. When I wake up I see the light reflect off my peeling wallpaper. I 've been sick twelve times this year and theres just something about those meadows. I remember the horizon curving from the green meadows, the ground yellow with pencil marks of green. The backdrop, dark clouds with blue outlines. The whole scene looked like a blur, maybe it was just the windows. If I squint really hard I can see the cross, her cross. The one I made for her last year. The first year of her last year. At a distance you can see the

The Carroll Players performed the American play, Fat Pig, by playwright Neil LaBute, at Carroll University’s Otteson Studio Theatre, on Saturday, October 24, 2015. Two performances were scheduled (2:00 PM and 7:00 PM), and I attended the earlier show. The simple romantic relationship plot of “boy-meets-girl and they fall in love” cleverly twisted into comedic satire, as “the girl” is a pretty, plus-size librarian and “the boy” is a handsome, physically-fit professional man living in a big city. The play’s director, Ryan Albrechtson, theatre arts major senior, captured the plot’s irony. Fat Pig was inspired, to some extent, by LaBute’s experimentation with the Atkins low carb diet and weight loss plan...losing approximately 60-pounds to

Well, it was something I always wanted to do from the time I was a child. But when I was in grade twelve deciding whether I was going to go to the university for drama, then 9/11 happened. That made me kinda put the brakes on. I wanted to do something that could affect people more--something that was more helpful. So instead of applying to drama school, I went to be a police officer instead. I did the training for two years, then the program, and I did about two hundred hours of ridealongs, and that's when I realized I wore my heart on my sleeve a little bit too much to be an officer, and so I decided to go to law school instead. When I was applying to law school, I thought, "I need to travel to see the world before I hit this path." So I

I am Kino I have a wife named Juana and a son named Coyotito we live in Mexico we are a very poor family. We live in a village with other people who are like me, poor. I have an older brother that leads the village.

Phantom to take it away. People tend to fear things they don 't understand, and they don 't they

We were all asleep in bed when I was suddenly woke up but a creaking noise. I sit up and I look, it was Mr. Van Daan getting into the food safe! “Otto! Otto! Come quick!” I yell. I can’t believe he was stealing food from everyone, especially the children. He was selfish and thoughtless. Next I know, Mr. Dussel is going at him and Peter is trying to get Mr. Dussel off of his father. “I’m hungry”, is all he has to say. We’re all hungry, everyone is getting thinner and thinner by the day, the children especially. He’s a terrible father. His wife is even worse, she’s defending him “He needs more food than the rest of us, he’s used to more, he’s a big man.” Please tell me she realizes what she’s doing to her son. She’s defending a man, taking his side, rather than telling him he needs to change when he is clearly in the wrong.

The most effective rhetorical appeal used in the passage was logos and pathos. King used reasoning and experiences to try to persuade the clergymen or ministers, to bring unity and pacifism. In his applauding and jaw dropping letter, he writes from jail, to the ministers about his aspect on racism and segregation. Additionally, King uses allusion to refer to unconventional events in the past, that support his work.

Chandeliers, gold plated silverware, the lights that were oh so bright. An abundance of elegant and extravagant foods with green leafed garnishes. Food that could feed a small village in Aafrica, let alone just a family of three or maybe four. We've had more than we could've ever asked for. Did we ever? Everyone’s so judgmental, so harsh on us, so harsh they don't ask at all? So much so they couldn't bare that I wasn't different or they couldn't bear my burden. Do you see our similarities? Or do you only focus on the differences.

"Alec Ramsay and Black Minx are out in front, five lengths ahead, AND THEY ARE UNDER THE WIRE!" the radio in the barn blared.

“I know that in writing the following pages I am divulging the great secret of my life, the secret which for some years I have guarded far more carefully than any of my earthly possessions; and it is a curious study to me to analyze the motives which prompt me to do it. I feel that I am led by the same impulse which forces the un-found-out criminal to take somebody into his confidence, although he knows that the act is likely, even almost certain, to lead to his undoing. I know that I am playing with fire, and I feel the thrill which accompanies that most fascinating pastime; and, back of it all, I think I find a sort of savage and diabolical desire to gather up all the little tragedies of my life, and turn them into a practical joke on society”

Ladies and gentlemen, Gary, or Gary Dunn,to give him his Sunday name, or if he was in trouble, which was a lot, when he was younger, but most just called him Gary.

Chillin ' with a hair tie, No makeup, with some sweatpants on You know I can always be that guy You can think about me all night long But I think you need something to think of me Something that will keep you warm And show you we can be more than just this So, baby, if you are not ready for my kiss Then you can wear my sweatshirt And you can tell your friends We 'll be together 'til the end Girl, you can wear my sweatshirt 'Cause you 're the only one I hold And I don 't want you to be cold So, baby, wear my... When you go to sleep at night, When you wake up in the morning And when you walk the halls See, girl, you know you wanna flaunt it Said this may be the start of something new Girl, I 'm gonna tell you exactly what I wanna do...

BLOG, I can 't imagine those days about to come of sheer agitation during college. I 'm feeling pretty overwhelmed, right now.

It 's been days that I 've been feeling like I 'm not myself. Although I think