Letter To Boston Monologue Analysis

Dear Whitney, sorry i have not been able to get ahold of you sooner, but you will not believe where i am and what i have done. It's a long and confusing story so bear with me. Feel free to write back, i look forward to any letters from you.

"Don't go Johnny don't go, what about your children you can't leave them behind," I yelled.

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Abigail didn't belong here. She knew that now after she had finally freed herself from that medicine they forced on her. She was finally herself again...for the most part. Now she had learned a lesson, she couldn't let herself feel anything or else she'd give herself away. They'd know if she wasn't acting like a complete zombie...so she had to take precautions. Starting with keeping to herself and not interacting with any lowlife scum who would upset her. She needed to get out of here, but she needed help. Or at the very least, cover.

That was a rather embarrassing collegiate polo career! Thank you so much for bearing with me one more time yesterday at Mona Plummer. It was exceptionally long that the fresh and colorful flowers my friend brought me were dying, maybe died. Shout-out to Keeve's family coming out to support and every single of you. I've been truly blessed and grateful to play as a Sun Devil at the home pool. Despite my mediocre performance, I'd say I did a pretty solid job to give my favorites hell as always. Carry on! Devils. Certainly, It's always personal and Thank you again.

Here is a tentative schedule, I am awaiting special instructions. Once I receive the special instructions I will send you an updated scheduled, no later than tomorrow.

Well I’ll probably never get the pleasure to meet the majority of you lot due to me having to leave because of certain circumstances so why don’t I just tell you what I’m like now instead. I mentioned that I liked the color burgundy because it is a mixture of black and red. Now some of you may be thinking why that even matters and so I’ll tell you why. Those traits that go with those two colors remind me of myself. How, you may ask, I’ll also be getting to that. Now my past isn’t something I’m proud of, but it has defined who I am as a person so to judge me or not won’t change my personality. Well, let’s begin, shall we?

VICTOR: Doctor, I need your help. Gloria hasn’t spoken to me since her mother died. I don’t know what to do anymore. She hasn’t eaten, she hasn’t said anything except to ask where her mother is. With Maria’s history, I just want to make sure the same incident doesn’t happen to my little girl.

It has occurred to me that a colored man has arrived in our village and I take it upon myself to alert you guys on the earnest matter. It’s an unusual thing for a colored man to be present among us so it’s safe to assume that this man is dangerous. He arrived here in a village solely with no passengers nor a captain and that has raised my suspicions. He came from Central Europe by some means he dot driven by a storm. What struck me the most is -when the creature was crawling out of the sea he rolled down into a sea dike-how did he survive because most like people who end up on the opposite side of a sea dike, normally have a severe injury. There’s only one explanation for this adequately lunacy demeanor-he’s different from

“You can’t do that.” he told me. “You’re too weak and tiny,” he said as he as he shot me with the cannonball full of spit. “You will never make it,” they all chimed in. As I was trying to dodge the negative comments flying at me like I was in a game of dodgeball, I kept telling myself, “They are just boys. They are just bigger than you. They are the just insulting you and trying to make you quit. Don’t let them get in your head and make you scared.” I have done this before and was NOT backing down no matter what. These boys were just scared of the fact that a little girl, that they were three times the size of, would beat them, and they knew it too. Like a lady, I just walked away and let the see how it was done. As I shuffled over to the

Dill left us early in September, to return to Meridian. We saw him off on the five o’clock bus and I was miserable without him until it occurred to me that I would be starting to school in a week. I never looked forward more to anything in my life. Hours of wintertime had found me in the treehouse, looking over at the schoolyard, spying on multitudes of children through a two-power telescope Jem had given me, learning their games, following Jem’s red jacket through wriggling

It was a vibrant, colourful day in the countryside. A woman was lucky to have a time off and relax in the heavenly and comfortable side of the world. A calm stream ran down near the bottom of the hill and it was the perfect time to have a picnic. She gazed at the clear blue sky and the bright sun’s rays of light shone on her as if she was someone special. After finishing her sandwich, she began to set off home because it was getting quite dull. She started her car. And drove off. And came to find, she was back where she was. Again. She tried again and tried not to get lost. Lost. She was lost. “What should I do now?” she thought.

Mr. Jay Gatsby and I were neighbors for a very short time. Shortly after we became neighbors I was hand delivered and invitation to one of his big greatly knew parties. We didn’t know each other very long but we were becoming somewhat friends. I don't know much besides he seemed like a very nice, successful man and it is a tragedy as to what has happened to Mr. Jay Gatsby at such a young age.

I didn't know she was sick. I knew she was old, but I didn't think she was dying. How could I have known? I should have known, I’m 12, i'm older now. How could I have been so foolish. I took away an old dying woman's happiness. I still ain’t sorry. No, I’m not. Mrs. Dubose had no excuse for saying those things to Scout and I. She deserved what she got, especially after saying those things about Atticus. Well, she deserved to have (insrt flower nme here) destroyed but not her fits. Poor, mean, Mrs. Dubose was so sick, she didn't deserve to be sick. No one does. Why would she give me that flower? Why was it me who had to read to her? Why? Why? The worst part is that I almost enjoyed reading to her. Maybe it wasn't that I enjoyed reading to her,

In late February I turned in all the materials necessary for the application. In April I will know if I got the fellowship. And on the 25th May I will have orientation in Georgia until the 27th and will have to move my assigned location between then and the 30th, which is when the fellowship starts. The placement ends on the July 22nd and there will be a closing meeting in Georgia from the 27th to the 30th of the month.