Mongola Monologues

I felt my heartbeat rising every step I took as the blood rushed to the surface of my skin. My muscles tightened, beginning with my legs as if I could’ve ran fast enough to chase the truck. The image of the man and his words repeated many times in my mind, making me vulnerable to hatred. I thought I was doing something good and just. I was naïve. I thought everyone would gladly give us a helping hand. I looked at everyone around me, and I noticed it wasn’t just me that was burning with raged. I could see the anger in their eyes as they conversed with each other. It wasn’t until a loud voice snapped me out of it. “Do not show fear! Do not show anger! Our justice cannot break that easily!”

Gregory, a comedy writer, entered into a contract with Wessel, a comedian. The contract provided that Gregory would provide Wessel with a 15 minute monologue for his upcoming appearance on the comedy Hour and that Wessel would pay Gregory $250. All Performers on the comedy Hour make $500 per appearance. As Gregory knows, the last time Wessel appeared on the Comedy Hour he was asked to make special guest appearances at three local comedy clubs using the same monologue. Wessel earned a total of $750 for the three performances. Shortly before Wessel was scheduled to appear on the comedy Hour, Gregory informed Wessel that he was unable to provide the monologue. As a result, Wessel was forced to cancel his appearance. Wessel sued for breach of contract and requested damages of $1,250. What will result? Issue, -

“After abandoning everything in our home, everything my parents had worked for, I was met by assault rifles, searchlights and quarters too small for the amount of people it accommodated” my grandfather assured. The property, belongings, jobs and businesses were all left behind in the rash fear

I have been in a number of programs and extracurricular activities at Lincoln H.S. that helped me define my career goals and challenged me to the fullest. As I finish my journey from High School, I began to slowly realize that their was nothing tangible I had offered to this community, but I what I did offer was myself. Being on the Mustang Varsity team there was always this one person who showed me how to be the best tennis player. His name was David Dinh. David had shown me that their was more to tennis than winning the game, it was about having fun with your teammates/coaches and building relationships with others through a simple rally. His leadership skills and enthusiasm for this sport had influence my own perspective of

All I was doing in the forest was dancing. I was doing no such harm. But, my father surprised me and I became terrified. Dancing is not welcomed in this village. I do not consider what I was doing was witchcraft. I do not desire my father to get into trouble because of my actions. My father has many enemies and I could jeopardize his position in the teacher. However, I was not the solitary one in the forest dancing. Ruth is also in the kind of state that I and I wonder why. Tituba knows how to talk to the dead and Ruth was sent to Tituba by her mother. Her mother wanted to find out who killed her seven siblings.

A horde of white men herd us around, as if they are the hunters and we are the prey

striking bone. Terrible cries erupted as the colored men overwhelmed the Raiders, avenging the lynchings of their brothers, the oppression and

Brittanie left for Sam Houston today, and I couldn't be more excited and proud of her, as she opens up a new chapter in her life. I wouldn't trade having lunch dates at La Madeline, struggling with chemistry, or having our 10 seconds of fame on the big screen at an Astros game for anything else. I'll see you soon,

The smell of burning flesh is repugnant. It lingers on every street corner, on every piece of cloth, in every shallow breath. The sky is red. Glowing through black clouds that are heavy with the ashes of those who have stopped screaming. More than three thousand tonnes of high explosive bombs are dropped. Again. Again. Again. Just like dust caught in a sunbeam, the ash swirls a slow descent. The air pulls in. Pauses. Pressure building. The blood in your veins almost recoils, your brain bruised in your skull. A moment of vertigo. Then nothing but noise. Loud. Angry. Ringing. And pain, so much pain. Screams rise, the crescendo approaches. Hellfire rips through the buildings, the sky, the people, your heart. This city is a firestorm.

Luna agreed, “She has always been a very hard working lady and she did it on her own. She is admirable.” Taking a moment to think of a better reply, Luna returned, “As a family, my great grandparents were our true Heroes. Would it not have been for them we would not have moved or have what we have today.”

I hope this letter finds you well; if it finds you at all. I do not know where I am, I do not know where to go, and I do not know when I will be back. I am somewhere in America, working away in the fields under the scorching eyes of the sun and the overseer.

The first reading that I decided to pick is The Panza Monologues. The meaning behind the title is different women talking about their stomachs And how they try to hide it because they are unhappy with their stomachs. Different women are talking about their trials and tribulations and dealing with body image and how society makes them feel about not looking thin. The reason they started these panza monologues is to embrace their body image and talk about it in a humorous way. What I learned from this reading is that each woman’s body is different and we need to learn to love the skin that we are in.

Darkness and whitewashing fill my new “home” which to others is known as a horse stable. Treated like an animal, but in my own world, hoping to be treated as a human being. Armed guards always by our side, avoiding to give us privacy.

I was only a child when they took from my home, my family, everything I had once know, and put me on a ship. I asked my captures where are they taking me? Are you gonna kill me? Where's my family? I begged and pleaded but I was soon struck across the face with the back of my capturer's hand. That silenced my pleads. My captures was like nothing I've ever seen before. They were ghastly white, with pieces of the ocean for eyes. Their attire was consisted of tattered shirts and leather pants. Many of the capturers clothes. The They each carried a club or rifle. I spent so much time observing these white men, I had neglected to see we were being steered towards a boat.

I’ve been striped of my culture, my family was forcefully taken away from me, and I was chained to the white way of life.