Justin Fever Monologue

Groggily, my eyes squint open. I feel a fever coming on, and I’m weak. This isn't the cliff side… where am I? I want to move but my muscles scream in protest. It’s even a huge effort to open my eyes all the way, and process where I am. The forest… Im at the tree line. But how…

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

After hours of straightening my hair, applying makeup, and getting dressed I finally made my way to meet him and his friend. During my walk I contemplated on how the night was going to go, but I couldn’t get Chase out of my head. Finally I greeted Jordan with a hug and turned around to start walking to the car, unfortunately to my surprise Chase was walking toward us. I had Jordan at my side and his friend Camron on the other and I felt completely stuck while Chase nonchalantly walked by with a short hello. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my head and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and remembered that the man wasn’t mine and pushed him to the back of my mind. While waiting for the car to take us to Galveston I got a call that made my heart drop, it was Chase. I answered with an unbothered voice applying a facade of confidence and strength. His voice was filled with disappointment and anger, I became defensive and told him that I was just celebrating a birthday with my friends. Chase wasn’t moved, his mind was so set on me being disloyal and dishonest. I didn’t know what to do, at that moment I had two thoughts run through my head. Go see Chase and fix what he had thought he had seen. Or ignore him and have a nice night with my

"Uhh Zach, you live in L.A." Corbyn said as he read over the smaller boy's sweatshirt. "I bought it when I was living in Texas" Zach said sitting down causing his sweatshirt to slip a bit higher up his thigh.

Our story begins like any other love story out there. He is a country boy lives in the Midwest of the states, and I’m a city girl was born in Vietnam. One day, he decided to follow his dream, and move to Vietnam, and at the same time I had to leave my country to go to the states with my family. On that summer day in Vietnam, we ran into each other at the airport. A guy with the deep voice, looked into my eyes and asked if I was okay. Suddenly, my heart beat faster and I lost my mind for a second when I looked into his blue eyes. We had a short conversation, then say goodbye and walked in two different directions.

One day there was a boy named john that lived in a small town hidden between two mountains. John makes everyone laugh and happy. when he is around girls he doesn't know what to say and he Starts to sweat. There is this one girl he really likes but he can never talk to her because he doesn't know what to say.

The student that I will be observing is Justin Beiber. I have started intense data collection on Justin’s most challenging behaviors. Justin’s most prevalent behavior is his use of physical aggression towards peers and other adults. Typically, he kicks, bites, yells, screams, punches, and hits. Additionally, he talks back, runs away, and flops.

So there he sat in the Kohl’s parking lot twiddling his thumbs with nervousness, just waiting for me to walk out of those glass doors. Then along came 10:30 pm, after waiting for what seemed like hours I walked out with her coworkers laughing about their interesting night of business. I set my things in my car and waited for everyone to leave and then he got out of his car and walked over to me. We introduced ourselves, and continued talking about school. Then before I left to go home, he leaned in trying to kiss me, I stopped him immediately. “We barely know each other”. When I got home my phone was buzzing with notifications, I lifted my phone in curiosity and it was him asking millions of questions about if we’ll be together and what not. I asked him to stop as we were almost still complete strangers. Sure we’d met once but we don’t know each other. He then proceeded to tell me about what he wanted to do to me in sexual ways, completely disregarding my request. I then once again told him to stop. Then he replied with telling me that I was just like all the other girls who broke his heart, and I’m just heartless. I didn’t worry about it because I don’t need a person to push me

Based on the feedback and comments from the both my group member and instructor, I started by going back to the introduction and added a setting for the defender before introducing the case. I then included the dialogue between me the narrator, as well as the doctor interaction with the narrator to help back up my claim. I then went and look into Monomania and how it has an effect on people, as well as if there are any different types. As well as how it was treated during that time period which the story was written.

I decided to go on the commuter rail to Boston to meet a complete stranger that I met on the internet. I drove my beloved cherry red Nissan Pathfinder at 7am to the Middleborough Lakeville for the first time, without my parents knowledge. My adrenaline was high and so were my nerves, this was my first “adult decision” I've ever made, and was so proud of myself for doing so, despite my parents wishes. Little did I know that this was going to be my first glimpse at life in college. I was ecstatic to go, as a firm believer in everything happens for a reason. My dream college was there, in Boston. I felt as if this was my time to see what life could be like. He met my first steps off the train, I remember being so excited to see him for the first time. Her college is directly across from Boston Common and he is an art major also, specifically animation. One of the first things we did together was ice skate, this has become a symbol both to me and my relationship with him. Ice skating still remains one of our favorite things to

Ive became aware the library at my school is the realm of break-ups. Last week it was Sam and Olivia. Monday it was Holly and Alex. Today me and Joe. All the break-up speeches started in hushed whispers not wanting to disturb the on-looking readers and/or studiers, then a little louder, then started the screaming. Joe and I had been together for about three months. We started as a summer fling, and I guess summer flings just cant convert into fall flings. So as the seasons passed so did me and Joe, and that was alright. He made me feel special, and I like to feel special, so in turn I liked him, but I guess thats not a “foundation for a strong relationship.” After school I came home and cried a little, not because of not being with him anymore, but because I didn 't

February 8, 2013, I was sitting in my 7th-grade science class. I was sitting next to Kayla Mueller and we start talking about who we like and who we have crushes on. I can’t remember who she said but I told her I thought Jack Lugge was so dang cute. Once I said that, she gave me a note card and told me to start a conversation on this note card and pass it back and forth with him. We start talking on this note card and he asks me how my other boyfriend who was at the time a guy from Marissa was. I said that we weren’t together anymore. I asked how is other girlfriend was at the time whose name was Sydney. He said good. He then wrote on the notecard: “ur pretty” and then scribbled it out so I couldn't see it. I remember writing back and begging for him to tell me what he wrote and he wouldn’t. I told him that since me and the other guy broke up, I have had a crush on someone else. He was trying to get me to tell him and I finally got the balls to say it was him. I remember him being sooo excited but then he hit me with the “this just isn’t a good time right now.” I wrote back and said that I understood. Even though he said that this was not a good time, that did not last long.

One day while we were on the phone, he decided we needed to ask each other questions and I agreed. He started off by asking me why I had never had a boyfriend. I responded by explaining that I had been hurt before and ever since then I had become afraid to trust and love other people. He told me “Don’t be afraid to get hurt, because at the same time you will learn how to love and how to treat others. Love, is brave and wonderful.” He told me the story of him and his past girlfriend; how she had hurt him but even after that he was still willing to love. Later on, we hungout all the time and spoke on the phone every single day. I started trusting him more and more and after three months, I finally admitted to myself that I liked him. He always cheered me up and I felt like we had the same values. I had never liked anyone before so I was afraid he would not feel the same. I never revealed my feelings to him and thought it would be best to let time decide our

To begin with, I have always believed in true love. Sometimes, it takes years and several ,different people to have to be with, to find the one that is true. But, this happened for me over nine months ago. At the age of sixteen, walking into my first job at an Italian restaurant, with only having a one week of experience there, I saw him. I turned the corner, and we both caught each other’s eyes. His name, you might ask, is Izzy. He had a tan, glowing color on his skin, beautiful brown eyes that were not your ordinary dull color, and hair that you could just run your fingers through. Not only could he tell that I would look at him out of the corner of my eye while standing near him at the host stand, but I could tell he had his eye on me. I did not know it at first, but at the end of the night, he asked for my Snapchat on a napkin. He has kept that napkin ever since the first night I met

In the middle of the first semester, my grandmother who had bad health for a while, quickly got worse. Two weeks before Thanksgiving break, she was put into hospice, and doctors predicted she would not make it to Thanksgiving. I quickly arranged my schedule, so I could see her one last time. I planned to drive Thursday, visit my grandmother Thursday night, Friday, and Saturday morning, then drive back Saturday to relax with friends Saturday night, and study on Sunday. On Saturday Hendrix held a concert, I wanted a good distraction and to be with friends after a confusing goodbye. Being with friends and having a distraction, I hoped could be some kind of healing for my own goodbye with my grandmother that merely symbolized the anticipation of what my family would soon face. That’s how the night played out, up until I ran into a guy friend. We had two classes together, we hung with the same friends, and we were often flirty with one another. He simply asked why I missed class on Friday. We had engaged in small talk before, but we hadn’t shared any deeply personal information. At school, I had only told my roommate about my grandmother. Already drunk and vulnerable, I let my guard down with a new friend. I shared with him that I had just seen my grandmother for the last time. He started off simply comforting me with what I needed, a strong embrace. Having his attention, his physical support, seemed like a kind of healing, yet things only escalated from there. Getting this