Glee Club Monologues

My school was a bunch of students spreading rumors and surfing social media even in classes when teachers weren’t looking. My Bulgarian high school was different than the typical American high school. The building was old, on two floors. There were sections of plaster that have fallen off the walls.

Looking at those great big carved words on the building ”HIGH School” reminds me of the shame I feel for not graduating. In this steam class it is suppose to help me with my lack of feeling of self –worth. They say talking will give me the relief I need, but I think it will destroy me. Oh, my gosh

It 's been days that I 've been feeling like I 'm not myself. Although I think I know the reason why I have a been feeling this way, the lack of stimulus, human interaction or the convenience of being able to light a room with a push of a button. I found myself looking for things that I end up not needing. Maybe it 's paranoia that if I cannot feel when I reach for it, it will be forever lost in the darkness. Looking out the window before it gets dark, I saw my neighbor sweeping the road in front of her house over and over again.

AS A CHILD, I grew up remembering that school would be exactly how the movies told me it would be like, Matilda told me that principals were evil. Mean Girls told me that popular girls hated everyone and were complete sluts. When I started year 7, with over worn stereotypes branded into my memory, I was trained to believe that every high school had impromptu food fights and a dumb jock who only answers to "Buzz." Well, five food-fight-free years later, it hit me like a book of cliches in the face: teenage comedies got it wrong. With teen "dramas" I followed throughout my childhood.

Sometimes I do feel divided. I am more comfortable with myself at home than I am at school. My family and my true friends see the real me outside of school. I do not completely change who I am at school; I am just hyper when I am at home. Even though I change my actions, I do not change my beliefs.

The way that other people stereotype me is mean, rude, and ungrateful. Those are just a few but I don’t think that those are true about me. I can be mean sometimes but so can everyone.

Scene One: As the curtains open, and the lights slowly come to focus, a young boy is shown sitting at a wooden table, drawing. The young boy has plenty of markers and pencil crayons lying all around the table. The young boy then drops his pencil on the table with content, and holds a piece of paper towards the chandelier above him.

So many people have survived such amazing events in their lifetime; like natural disasters, war, and even family troubles. We are all survivors of our own survival story. Survival can be anything from embarrassment to such a strong disastrous topic of death. Even I am a survivor of my own survival topic. I survived on of the most publicly humiliating topics of all.

Fitting in. In other words “to fit in.” How can two simple words influence society and hold such weight over adolescents and even adults? Though my mind can’t understand the idea of what this phrase truly means, these words genuinely took a toll on me for a period of time during my semester here at Stony. If someone asked me what fitting in meant two years ago, I would have responded stating that “in order to “fit in,” you must have a lot of friends, do things you might not be comfortable with in order to please someone or a group, be skinny, wear make-up, wearing expensive clothing so that you won’t be considered a bump, etc.

According to McCornack, self-concept is “your overall perception of who you are” (40). As a society, we tend to let factors such as, our family and friends define who we believe we are. The labels one assign to you can have a tremendous impact on your looking-glass self, because you are letting others alter the perception you have of yourself. Therefore, not only do these factors influence our sense of self-concept, but they also impact the level of our self-esteem. To begin, McCornack states that we are not born with any sense of self-concept, self-awareness, or self-esteem (46).

On my tenth birthday, my mom asked me to invite all my friends from school. Little did she know, that the entire school would show up. When I was my country at the age of fifteen to come to America, I was brought to tears at the airport. About thirty people who I still call my best friends came to say goodbye. Senior year of high school, I walked to prom because all my friends could not fit in the limo.

Clubbing is fun, but as you grow older, it takes its toll on you. They say at the age of 21 you want to party hard, at the age of 26 you want to go clubbing and have a goodtime, but at the age of 32, you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. Your best days are clearly behind you, but something keeps pulling you back into the party scene.