Mauricio's Monologue

As an immigrant, life was very difficult financially. With just the clothes on their backs my parents left their home country, Haiti, and came to the US in pursuit of the American Dream. They wanted a better life for my sisters and I, however, we faced many challenges growing up. It was difficult adjusting to a new country, language, and culture. My parents did not speak English nor did they have a formal education, so it was difficult finding a stable job to sustain us. We became dependent on public assistance in order to survive. We lived in a low-income, underserved area and attended low performing schools. Our family income was well below the poverty level but this did not stop me from pursuing my dreams. I was determined to not let my

A particularly nasty group pf men set at the far end of the bar, their drunken crooning filling the rest of the tavern with horrid, off key notes. From what Marco heads from their legible conversation, much of what they "say" are merely drunken slurs, it appears that they are a band of mercenaries or something similar.

“Come on kids, it’s time for a trip” I say. I walk silently ahead of my young son and daughter. I can hear Jorge kicking pebbles off of the path. My young daughter and son follow patiently behind me, unaware of the certain doom that awaits them. I don’t want to do it you see, but I know that I must. “I do this for love. Because of Roberto.” I remind myself. Quite a few years back Roberto, my husband, was cursed. He was serving in Nuevo Leon, in the Spanish Inquisition and had arrived at a witch woman’s house to arrest her when she placed a curse on him, a curse that would forever change our lives. Roberto was cursed to live forever and to be young, though he did not see it as a curse. I was not cursed and so I have continued to age, which

While I didn’t immigrant to the United States, my parents did immigrant a few months before I was born in NYC at Jamaica Hospital. Because my parents both came from India to the United States without a college education, I will be a first - generation college student in my family. I don’t really know if this is an obstacle I had to overcome, but it was listed above so I included it. However, one obstacle that arises from both of my parents not having a college degree is that economically we aren’t the best. My dad has been a taxi driver for all my life and my mom is a school security agent at an elementary school for the last 10 years, and I really thank them for coming to the United States so that I can have a better opportunities than they did at India, even though that means for the time being they have to work unskilled jobs - the main reason that I want to go

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.

Pressed against the cold wall, I emitted a set of vehement screams. I struggled against my shackles, rattling them vigorously. I let forth more screams, as a frigid object was thrust mere inches from my face. The motion recurred, but this time, the blade slashed off my ear. I howled in torment, feeling the blood gush from my wound, hoping that someone would hear my agonizing pleas and rescue me. Each time I screamed, my shouts echoed back, surpassing my own in volume. The imitations continued relentlessly as I attempted to shout more forcefully. I shouted until only one stone remained in the wall my betrayer, Montresor, was building around me. I no longer had hope, the fight was dying from me. Surely this was just a joke, a frivolous farce?

Again, I hadn't even given any thought yet to them either. How was I supposed to break the news to the rest of them? I reckoned that I’ll just have to come clean and tell them just like I had done with Marzie. But the thought of telling the rest of them that I’ll soon be leaving Saraland felt different somehow, harder. I knew it would be especially difficult with Tucker, who I had a feeling that deep down that fool was truly in love with me. The news of me leaving Saraland was probably going to break his heart, and for the first time since finding out about the money I felt sad enough to cry as I continued to think about how my life was about to change.

So, Muncie, Rochester, Holley and Budgie, beautiful names! I like Rochester and Holley but all of them are very lovely, and how did you do to chose the names of your cats? Was each name chosen between you both? or you chose the names for some of them and your wife chose names for the rest', in my home the second option always won, haha!!!

Ever since I was a child my parents instilled in me the idea that hard work resulted in a successful future. My parents had amazing jobs in Albania, they both graduated from college with the Albanian equivalent of a bachelor's degree, studied finances and accounting, and created good lives for themselves. Moving to America to provide their children with better educations resulted in their own educations not being valued, which consequently made it harder to get higher paying jobs. My father became a taxi driver to be able to watch his children while my mother went back to school. My parents have a combined income of about $47,000 a year. They have to take care of three children, themselves, and family overseas. Due to financial, health, and

“You’re better than that! I am always gonna love you, no matter what. No matter what happens. You’re the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, you ain't gonna have a life” ( Sylvester Stallone,Rocky Balboa). He was an old man that lived in Havana, Cuba in 1940’s near the Gulf of Mexico. He lived in a small shack. Santiago was the best fisherman but then there came a time where he did not catch one fish. This ended up ruining his reputation.But he did l not allow that to happen he went out deep into the sea. Marlin was Santiago’s best friend. He is like a son to him. Marlin Pampered the old man. Marlins parents end up taking Marlin away from Santiago. Santiago felt so empty in his life the only person that gave

Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.

I’m Not an Addict He met the dealer at Buffo’s, paid for the full little bag, and headed to her house. When he showed her, she held him in her arms and let him in, cut some lines, told him to sit. They kissed so long he lost his breath. They sat up and cut some more lines.

After I watched Carmen, what impressed me the most is Ms.Garanča’s performance and the music of this opera. I think the music wonderfully shapes principal’s personality and Ms.Garanča’s performance made Carmen more vivid. She performed this opera in The Metropolitan Opera in 2010. In the first act, when Ms.Garanča sang "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle", I can tell Carmen’s charm and uninhibited personality. She knows that she is very attractive to men, so she is very confident about herself and tries to draw all the men’s attention.

I speak to you now not as Sis Black, Dt. Black but only as Marquita Black, the woman. I have recently been re-evaluating some things in my life and I felt compelled to share my thoughts, feelings and concerns to you all. Since the commencement of this new year I have been faced with great adversity and trials for no reason that I can think of. Since then I have been growing more and more aware of why and what may be going on and I am deeply troubled by it. For whatever the reason my character has been maliciously attacked, I have been lied on and lied too, slandered and belittled by people in which I thought were and considered sisters, brothers, friends and PHAmily. It saddens me that I have been brought to this place in my life. But I made

It was such a great experience to grow up with a crazy and fun, and caring sister like you and I cherish all our sweet and exciting childhood memories. For me, you will always be that quirky, adorable, wacky little sister! You are truly a source of light to all those who love you….You’re a loving wife and friend to Frank and an amazing Mom to Belle and Emma, not to mention you’re smart, compassionate, beautiful, (inside & out) honest, grateful and most importantly, you’re my sister! I Love how different you are from all of us, while still being our sister - As Alessia would say, Zia’s so colourful, wild and crazy, but we wouldn’t change a single thing about her, we love her just the way she is! She’s absolutely right! We are all so very blessed