Celia Monologue

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

I stare at her. It seems like rivers of blonde, sparkly and long hair flow through her head. It also has a shining of its own. Maybe it’s the reflection of the lights. But I know that it looks like a million crystals and diamonds are embedded in it. The girl’s eyes are deep set green. They’re the type of eyes that can get you hypnotized the moment you see them. They lock with mine. A smile forms in Rosalie’s mouth showing off her white teeth. Her skin is tanned and she looks radiant. She’s wearing eyeglasses, which makes me think of sun. How did I get so lucky? She’s like a type of Goddess of beauty.

Throughout history the North and South have always bumped heads when it came to slavery; the North saw slavery as a sin and the South did not see anything wrong with it because they grew up with slavery. Throughout the 1800’s slaves had little to no rights, it was not until the Celia Trial when the questioning of these rights came up. In June 23,1855, Celia had committed murder; she killed her Master Robert Newsom. Because of the crime that she had committed, this tested the laws placed on slaves in Missouri at the time. The policies that passed through affected Celia Trial, at the same time there were some policies that they could use in her advantage.

The thing that scared us the most was when the Red Robin that was supposedly leading the way flew off, and then that's when we realized that we were lost, hungry, with no shelter while it was cold. But then suddenly we heard some rattling in the bushes and we we're cautious but then a little cute beaver poked it's head out, it didn't come towards us but it was signaling to follow him. So we did, and he showed us that he had Lucy's handkerchief that she had given the Faun before she left Narnia, that made us trust him because the Faun had given it to him. It took quite a long time, lots of hills and walking, being hungry and tired didn't help the fact that it was cold to. When we finally arrived we met wonderful Mrs. Beaver and she was cooking

When I arrived there, there were 3 people in front of me. It took 1 minute 56 seconds to get to Pepper, who took my order. She asked if I've been here before and I told her yes, she said ,she asked me my name, asked what kind of pizza, and then asked what toppings and what kind of pizza I was ordering. I told her 1 and she moved my pizza over, telling me Charlotte will add my sauce. However, Charlotte was finishing up with another pizza so Pepper decided she'll add the sauce. I told her "White", even repeating it, but she put red sauce on. Before I could correct her she added the sauce but I decided red sauce was fine. She then gave the pizza to Charlotte who asked what kind of cheese I wanted. I told her mozzarella and she put the cheese on

Though Newsom supposedly purchased Celia with the intention of fulfilling “a sexual partner”, it was likely that Celia did not feel the companionship following that term (21). In the manner that McLaurin phrased it, Celia was more of an object of accessible abuse rather than a comforting replacement for Newsom’s wife (21). However, Celia birthed two

Celia Cruz born Ursula Hilaria Celia Caridad Cruz Alfonso, a female Cuban singer born October 21, 1925 in Havana Cuba was one of the most influential figures in Latin music. She started her musical career in her native country in the late 1940’s early 1950’s performing for various Cuban radio shows and traveling with the orchestra accompanying the dancing group “Las Mulatas del Fuego.” Her big break came in 1950 when she joined “La Sonora Matancera” the most famous orchestra in Cuba at the time. Celia traveled all over Latin America in the 1950’s with “La Sonora” gaining great success in countries like Venezuela and Mexico. She recorded various albums with the orchestra and gained great popularity during that time with songs like “Caramelo”, “Burundanga”, and

Celia was a slave from Missouri who was purchased at the age of 14 by one of the most respected members of the county Robert Newsom. Newsom purchased Celia because he needed a replacement for his wife who was deceased. He bought her with the intention of converting her in his concubine.

The factory is a deafening cacophony of machinery. The air around you is smothering and dusty. Diligent workers handle the looms—1, 2, even 3 machines, beads of sweat dripping down their concentrated faces. The work is exhausting; however, you manage to survive a 13 hour shift, as the benefits are a decent bundle of cash, far more than you could ever earn anywhere else. On the other hand, some workers are dissatisfied with the conditions they must work in—going as far to sign a petition. In “Lyddie” by Katherine Patterson, Lyddie, a hardworking13 year-old factory worker, contemplates on whether or not she should sign said petition. She is confronted with the challenge of determining which means more to her--her job or the safety of her and

"Celia, A Slave" is a very controversial story of a young female slave who murdered her master then burned his body on June 23, 1855. This issue took place in Missouri during a period where Kansas has a debate whether the union is a free or slave state. Celia plays a big role in how society views this debate of slavery. Different people have opposing views on slavery and some see the justification on the trial. In this story, it emphasizes a lot in the social, political, and sexual ramification of this dark past in American history.

"Abandoned and afraid, I was left crying beside the ocean underneath a bridge. My recollection is hazy and sporadic, as any memory of an infant would be. However, something I do recall, was the sound of a sweet voice, singing beautifully as my tears were wiped away and I drifted off to sleep. I remember waking in a strange place I've never seen before, frightened and afraid. But I don't really remember anything after that moment. My memory remains blurred from that moment on, and anything I could recall would probably only be reflecting my deceitful imagination. The first clear memory I have was from a moment while I was five years of age. I was sitting at the dinner table, with my guardian Shelia, who I believed was my mother. She excused

Mrs. Hopewell is a hard working widow who assumes the male role by being the primary care-giver and supporter to her special needs daughter. Hulga, despite her independence streak is determined to make a life on her own; she gives almost a reversed protest against her mother despite the care she receives. Her education does not lead her to live a more successful life, she fails to live up to her mother’s example and expectation that Hulga’s sisters, Glynese and Carramae, have already successfully copied. O’Connor writes that “Glynese, a redhead, was eighteen and had many admirers; Carramae, a blonde, was only fifteen but already married and pregnant” (151).

One of the most important things I've learned while working in this factory is to never forget the little details. Never forget the way the birds looked when they would take off into flight; never forget the bright blue of the sky, and the clouds that cover the sun's modesty; and to never forget how important this job is to my family. Before I had gotten my job working at the Bibb Mill, I imaged I would work in a quiet factory with only the chatter of employees breaking the silence. I wouldn't have imagined the loud spin of the mills deafening both my mother and I. I certainly didn't imagine waking up in the wee hours of the morning, changing into my second pair of overalls, eating whatever I leftover from dinner, and heading to work. I wasn't really assigned to any specific work, but I would help my mother to whatever she couldn’t handle. Often times covering for her during her break to add a few extra cents to her paycheck. Whenever I was unsure of what to do, I would follow the lead of the children I work next to.

       As the tale begins we immediately can sympathize with the repressive plight of the protagonist.  Her romantic imagination is obvious as she describes the "hereditary estate" (Gilman, Wallpaper 170) or the "haunted house" (170) as she would like it to be.  She tells us of her husband, John, who "scoffs" (170) at her romantic sentiments and is "practical to the extreme" (170).  However, in a time

As you may have already noticed, I have been addicted to the little sandwich place, across the street from where I work, Pickles and Swiss!