Mahon's Monologue

Anthropomorphism is a healthy way for children to be introduced to difficult plots and emotional characteristics that real human beings encounter. Although some interpretations of anthropomorphic animal use in books are negative because the fear that animals in reality do not have human characteristics, and thus confuse the child reader. Others offer the view that in order to fully understand ourselves, anthropomorphism is the key to a child’s development of imagination. Bringing in the element of believable characters makes a story based upon the child’s needs and creates a lifelong love of books.

On 05/14/17, I was dispatched to 2440 W. Madison in reference to an assault that occurred at the location.

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

I sat in the lobby all alone, thinking about Jane Gallagher. All off the sudden I wanted to get the hell out of there. So I decided to call an uber and head on over to this nightclub in Greenwich Village, Ernie’s. It’s called after this piano player who used the play there back in the 50’s. Now they only play shitty electronic dance music there. Sometimes I wish I lived in the 50’s.

My friends and I walk into a packed venue, and are immediately met by a young guy with shaggy brown hair and a skull hoodie, who holds up a white piece of paper with a hastily scrawled "$8" in the center. I pull out my worn wallet from the left pocket of my leather jacket. My hands strain momentarily to pull the snaps open, before my fingers find their way to my single worn 10 dollar bill. The man hands me two dollars in change and stamps my hand with a blue paw print, and I turn to face the stage. All the while a man has been screaming and singing on stage, not unpleasantly. The vibe of this crowd feels different from the normal one, rougher. They have a more hardcore look to them, and I've never seen Alexia's band play with one that yells, other than one time at a small coffee shop in which a single kid with an acoustic guitar spent twenty minutes strumming and screaming slam poetry into the mic, while my friend and I sipped iced vanilla lattes in the other room.

The play in his first display, in Act 2, Friar Lawrence in his observation said that every herb, plant, and stone has its own special general properties, and that nothing exists in nature that cannot be put to bad and good uses. Yet poison is not as such evil, but as an alternative and natural substance made deadly by human hands. Moreover Friar Lawrence’s words prove to be true above the course of the play. He was the person in charge of the sleeping potion to give Juliet to prepare a fake cause of death, but not death itself, yet through circumstances over the Friar’s control, the potion bring about a fatal result, which is Romeo’s suicide. In this example swe can see, that human beings tend to cause death even without intending it.

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

I’ve been in this damp, smelly trench for what seems like forever but really it has only been 2 months. The awful smells and gorey things I’ve heard and seen are things I have never even imagined. The smell of burnt flesh, dead bodies ,and raw sewage are unbearable. The awful things I’ve seen would make a super hero sick . I’ve seen people so scared and wanting to go home so badly that they actually shoot themselves.I’ve seen people with such bad foot rot that they can stab it in the black part of the foot with a knife and not feel it. There is so much blood and death that I can’t fire another shot. The millions of bugs and rats only make it harder to think about not being here because I am always swatting at something to get

Standing in the one hundred hallway, I look across the circle of my friends and I staring at Madison's face with the annoyed look on my face, like usual. Mackie’s standing there going on and on about how amazing her life is. Today the topic is about her clothes, and how expensive they are. By the outside appearance of Mackie you would think of her as a little, cute, innocent girl, but she is very far from that. She goes on every day about how perfect her life is and never stops bragging. Okay, it's great she has a good life but she doesn't need to talk about it daily to everyone who don’t really care. You may have to get to know her to realize that she is a bragger thought, her physical appearance doesn’t show it as much.

Whenever I am told “Anna you are always going somewhere new”, I smile and think of my Mother Sue. Whenever my friends tell me that I am too nice, I tell them “don’t let my mom hear you say that”, because Ma Sue taught me that no matter who someone is or what they have done always be kind, God is always watching.

I guess you could say I am a woman with a past. I am a woman, and I didn't come from nowhere, so the rest must follow. On more than one occasion I've heard, or rather, overheard, myself described that way. "She's a woman with a past." At first it made me nervous (What do they mean, what are they thinking?), even a little angry (Who are they and what business is it...), but then I thought, well, of course I have a past. I'm thirty years old and I didn't just appear out of thin air. I mean, everybody has a past. Don't they? Everybody comes from some¬where. Everybody has a past.

So, we arrived at Hell. It’s so beautiful! It has lovely green trees that dangle over you as you walk. As you walk past you could feel the soft leaves brush against your shoulders. As I sniffed the fresh air, it smelt of Eucalyptus trees and Jasmine flowers. All you could hear was the sweet sound of silence. I’ve never loved silence so much. It was pretty nice for Hell. Except for the mystical creatures that lurked around there…Speaking of mystical creatures, there was a snake in Homer’s sleeping bag! I was so terrified! So I quickly scuttled into the nearby lake to make sure that the horrid creature could not reach me, but it turns out, snakes can swim! How can they swim? They don’t have legs! How are they supposed to swim? I didn’t understand…

Every girl, teenager or otherwise, has a beautiful and yearning dream! A knight in shining armor, born just for her to sweep her of her feet, profess his eternal love for his girl, and live happily ever after….

I chose to read and comment on Barbara Kiefer’s “Envisioning Experience: The Potential of Picture Books.” Kiefer’s main point in writing this essay was to get the message across that children enjoy picture books that allow them to identify and make connections with the characters or the plots, and that while reading and analyzing the pictures, they gain a better sense of aesthetics and how to interpret them.