Call Me Jill Monologue

I am not a heinous person by nature but if I have to, but I can be rude. First off, I don’t know you personally, but I’ve heard of you. Also, no, I’m not good because sometimes life is really horrible, and currently it sucks. Yes, I’m a mess, but I can throw myself together and get through the day. I understand how difficult losing someone close to you is, but I don’t deserve to be guilt tripped by you. I didn’t make any hateful comments about you because I don’t know who you are Abby. Your name was mentioned twice. I said and I quote (because I wrote it), “I wrote that part in the beginning of October because I was incredibly hurt when I found out your new best friend, Abby, was moving or going to Webb.” I also said,

It all started before I was born, I come from an extensive line of United States Marines. The story goes my father was a Marine, and his father was a Marine and so on and so forth. Well, it was like destiny that I, myself become a marine when I was old enough to join the Marine Corps. Wait a minute hold on, before I get ahead of myself let me provide a little bit more back story. My father joined the Marine Corps many years before I even came across his and my mother’s minds. My father fought in desert storm and desert shield, back when President Clinton was in office. Well, a few years after my brother John was born I came along.

A professor of history at Florida State , Darrin M. McMahon, in his New York Times article, “In Pursuit of Unhappiness”, (11-29-2005) he persuades that happiness is a relentless desire to achieve if you find it on your own. the article written by McMahon he quotes that ”Those only are happy who have their minds fixed on some object other than their own happiness..”. He uses evidence to support his claim by using philosophers John Stuart mill and Carlyle quotes to prove that they all have similar views on how to achieve being happy and be cheerful.It's better to do something that makes you carefree rather than waiting for happiness to come “knocking at your door” as if you gain contentment as pure luck. Sometimes it is better to be bliss

I’m Helen Robinson, Tom Robinson’s wife. There was a timeframe in the book just after Tom was killed, before Helen could find a secure way to earn money for her family; it was a very unstable time for her and her children. Although Helen is portrayed as meek and kindhearted, much like Tom, the overwhelming sadness and pressure may have caused her to break down emotionally, or feel some emotions of vengeance towards a majority of the white community; especially the Ewells.

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

As I am getting ready to begin my college years, my experience in America is getting richer every day. I have realized how much opportunities I have being an American citizen and living in this part of the world compared to the life i lived in Togo and I intend to make the most of it. I’m working toward my goals and one of them is to join the military. I always have the desire of serving people and I believe serving in the Military is one way to show my gratitude to my new country and its

The praises that you receive shouldn’t be based on the mere fact that you join but maybe for those who actually wants to serve and protect. In contrast, he says “Make that choice without looking back to see the cheering faces of those who tell you your duty is to do what they are not doing for purposes you may not know nor share” (Gillman 680). None the less, the author let the reader know that these young men and women risk their own lives for purposes which may not be of any value to themselves or the country. As a result, those purposes doesn’t deserve the praises that are

Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.

Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Have you every felt different to the rest? My name is Abigail Sophia Peterson I like to be called Abz for short, I think it sounds cooler then Abigail, Abigail sounds like a stuck up bird from Solihull, when really I’m just your average Abz from Oldbury lol.

Little Nothing, that’s me. That’s my name. It’s strange almost. The other kids at school bully me for having a name like Little Nothing, they say I got my name from the Gods to tell me that I’m worthless. My parents tell me that I got my name from being so small and skinny, I don’t believe them. I think the kids at school are right. They don’t ever seem to have a problem reminding me that I’m not worth their time. If I’m not worth their time? Why do they keep making fun of my name?

I very rarely think in words at all. A thought prevails and I may try to express it in words afterwards, but the words are never there to begin with. But sometimes if I’m lucky, I can identify the thought bubble almost instantaneously with what I like to call “special transmitters”. You see, each thought shape has a different feel – sometimes the thoughts are quiet as a mouse, and sometimes it is loud and thunderous. Sometimes it sounds like it is close by, and sometimes it sounds further off.

Crisp, fallen leaves painted the ground in magnificent reds and cheerful yellows. My eyes wandered through the scenery, welcoming the expanse of glorious trees reaching their branches out to the golden glow above, all speckled with whimsical yellows and reds. Where am I? The wind glided past my skin as the cool breeze refreshed my soul, unlike the familiar heat and humidity I once knew from home, as its energy bounded through the foliage. I look humorously around in search of a recognizable landmark. In a small clearing ahead, bestowed before me lay two trails. One to the left presenting sharp bends and plummets upon sturdy gravel. The other to the right, displaying its precise, straightforward path. My heart raced as my memory struggled to fight its way out,

Boom, bang, pow! Boxing was all I ever thought about as a child. I would dream, eat, and sleep boxing. Though I was a little shrimp weighing in only 75 pounds, I had a very big heart, which gave me the drive to keep on pushing forward. Everyone around me seemed like giants, but that did not stop me from doing what I love. Boxing sculpted me into a stronger person mentally.

Throughout my childhood and adolescent years, I always had a dream of joining the military. Though it was a choice, I still did not have any inside information of what it would be like, and the requirements and specifics of the Army. It wasn't until 2005 when I decided to join the United States Army that all my concerns and questions were answered by a recruit; and I was guided through the whole process to enter and prep for the Army. If it was not for the confidences and motivation of my recruiter back in 2005, I might have not made my leap and probably would not be in this uniform today.