Mcdonald's Monologue

Leaves crunched under my feet as I ran from the police officer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a set of rectangular eyes on a porch. I ran to the door and knocked. “Trick or treat!” A hand reached out and placed a handful of candy corn in my bag. Soon my brother caught up, light from the full moon reflected off his plastic badge. Reaching in my bag I found grabbed some interesting feeling triangular candies and popped them in my mouth. Tonight my candy corn addiction had started.

I wish Joey would fight for me...if he loves me, he will fight for me, right? No...Joey will never fight for me or make the marriage work. In his heart, he believes that our marriage is over when our baby died...he is the most stubborn man I had ever met. Instead of saying that we are too incompatible, and if our baby survives...why can't he and I just forget the damn past and make the marriage work? Why can't he and I try again for another baby? Why must he makes it so damn hard for the both of us? Why is he so damned stubborn? Why?! Damn...I will never understand and I don't want to...maybe I should just move on and find someone who truly value me and never give up on me like he did...

After the huge epidemic that went on, Billy got a promotion. He got to become a full time doctor but he had to leave the city. He agreed, so Billy packed his bags and took a plane to San Francisco. When he got there he felt very vulnerable to the people around him because he did not know how the people acted there. When he got to his new house he fell asleep. The next day he did some research and he found out that Fried chicken was a delicacy in San Francisco. That day was his first day at the new hospital he was working at in San Francisco. It was a long day and when he got off work he went to go try some fried chicken. When he took his first bite he was amazed by wonderful flavors in the chicken and then he devoured it. After he was done eating he

Its is 1914 and joey a farm horse sold the the army and thrust into the midst of world war one. Into the western front when he is dragged away from his owner Albert his heart aches will he find him. Albert said they will meet again

This is a monologue we've been working on in class, it feels too much like a story, but I'm not sure. I'd like some pointers on what I could do, or just some corrections straight up would be nice, thank you!

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

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

OK damn man. Ok I’m just going to give you general details. I already told as much as I’m going to tell you about Friday night. On Saturday we party on a boat with these fine ass women, however Luther didn’t go he was too hung over, so we left his ass at the

The central argument of McDonald’s work is that Ryerson didn’t promote public education as a social reform, but rather as a form of social control. According to Burke and Milewski, “McDonald views Ryerson not as a humanitarian reformer but rather as a member of the elite determined to use public schooling to ensure a docile and loyal citizenry”(pg 37). This idea of McDonald's work is confirmed by McDonald himself by his views towards what is key to a stable and loyal political system. According to McDonald, “the minds of youth have always been viewed as the key to political loyalty and social stability” (pg 39). This idea that if the young minds of the next generation can be controlled by a centralized government run system, the system will mold the children to socially conform to what the government, i.e. the elites who run the government, wants.

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

“Not ones our age.” I pegged him at no more than early thirties, but that could be due to the scruff coating his jawline.

“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.

I can't stop thinking of Darry tonight. His crying really left me BEWILDERED. Sodapop and I ain't ever seen Darry cry before. He's always put on a strong face for us, I never thought I'd be the one to open the floodgates, I thought he hated me. For a while it actually almost felt like Darry wasn't even human, just someone there to constantly nag us, well, mainly me. Thinkin' back though I know "Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he care, he was trying too hard to make something of me.". I mean, it is my fault he gave up his future, sure would make sense that he'd want to dictate mine. That's also been going through my head a lot. Darry could be living near those Socs, over in the west side. I keep on

though to be fair,” she added, “they’re finding out the father’s age has something to do with it too. Donnie’s no spring chicken either. That’s why you have to be doubly careful. Molly, you sound like you’re out of breath. Do you need to lie down and rest?”

McDonald's is the world’s leading food service retailer with more than 30,000 local restaurants in 121 countries serving 45 million customers each day.