Monkey Village Monologue

For the midterm monologue I decided to perform a scene from a play called “The Hurt Village” written by Katori Hall and directed by Patricia McGregor. “The Hurt Village” is an Off Broadway play which opened in February 27, 2012. The play took place in the projects of Memphis, Tennessee and tells the story of a soldier who comes home from Iraq to find that the place he grew up in is being demolished and his family is facing eviction due to the government demolishing their housing project.

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t

Today was a good day I thought to myself. But it seemed like it wasn’t over yet. I had a strange feeling as if something good was going to happen. Though I have been told my feelings never seem to be right, I know it is this time. As I walked up to my door to unlock it, because I’m always home alone till six, I noticed it was already unlocked.

Classify plants and animals according to the physical characteristics that they share. Identify the structures in plants (leaves, roots, flowers, stem, bark, wood) that are responsible for food production, support, water transport, reproduction, growth, and protection.

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

The Field Museum currently houses eight permanent exhibits ranging from the Mammals of… series to the Evolving Planet. Each exhibit revolves around one of the four core departments: Botany, Zoology, Geology, and Anthropology. Different from other museums, each collection at Field are closely entwined and work together to orchestrate a visual presentation of the progression of natural history.

This is Beechwood 2-0828. It’s all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. The call operator interrupt saying my three minutes was up. And so, I am sitting here in this deserted camp in Gallup, New Mexico. I am trying to get a hold of myself so I won’t go mad. I have to go home to mother and tell her i’m not dead. So I got in the car and started driving as fast I could to her house. Then suddenly I saw the old man in the middle of the road but i kept driving until I was to my mothers house. I stopped only four times to eat and sleep that's all I had to see her and tell her i'm not dead. During my trip back home I would see the man with fresh raindrops on this raincoat every twenty miles. I was

When the Evil Queen, in full Enchanted-Forest-esque get up, whirls into her empty Sheriff's office, Emma tries not to blink. She hadn't felt easy about Regina destroying... Regina... And it didn't look like the heart-crushing stuck this time – if the Queen staring at her was any indication.

We then took a walk out to a field surrounded by cactuses soon after that we walked through some glass greenhouses where various experiments and breeds were contained in order to not cross contaminate pollens. We ended the tour with an open invitation to visit and study under the beautiful canopy of trees so we too could interact with the atmosphere of the

I’m sitting at my computer, ignoring pages of economics homework and mugs of cold tea now strewn about my desk, as I search for a direction to go with my life. Such was was my predicament several months ago. It’s undeniable that I’m an artist, hard and true, for a pencil found its way into my hand as a child, and no desire of mine nor of the universe ever tempted it to pry away. Throughout my earliest years and memories, I maneuvered with graphite, paint, and crayon every adventure that I ever dreamt of pursuing. Oh, I was a resilient child, as well, who refused to take part in any art class at school or as an extracurricular for an abundance of years, as I was invariably convinced that I could learn all I wished on my own accord! Consequently,

Your Dad will always be the best D.J. I don’t think you realize how talented you dad is. Gabi, if you need anything I will be here for, if you need anything I will help. I remember at the cast and crew party your dad started a dance competition , and he jumped in and did the worm, I started laughing my head off. Another memory was at the Mom Prom. He played a very popular song, Hit the quan, and he didn’t know how to do it do I taught him how to do it. He loved the dance. The last memory I had of your dad was at Field Day last year. He turned on the annual Chicken dance, and I did it with him it was do fun. Gabi, you and your family will always be in my family’s prayers. If you need any help with anything, I will be there. You have always

We used to be like that before things started falling apart. It’s not like you said. This is not like in the books. Coral Island, Treasure Island, Shallows and Amazons – nothing like that! This isn’t no ‘jolly good show’. Things were good at the beginning. We were happy. We began well. Then one thing leads to another and before we knew it, all of it fell apart. And to tell you the truth, I don’t know why. What makes things break up like they do?

After the incident with Melba and the white man, I am more certain that integration is not going to happen too soon. I have to be influential and teach Melba the right thing, but I don’t know if I have much hope left in me. Without Marissa, Melba’s little soul would have been conjured by evil. Even though things are not looking up, I will keep praying; I know that God will answer my prayers.

My connection with nature that were unveiled during my observations can be summarized in four ways, the first being memories. When I was a kid my first experiences with nature where having fun playing outside and spending time with my family. I had a really vivid imagination in my youth, along with the large property my family owned, I had a vast area to have as much fun as I desired. My family has direct connections with the Mojave Desert, moreover that allowed me to spend a decent block of time in either, the National Park, or learning about our area. During my observations, just being in that similar environment brought back several memories from my youth. Furthermore, that will be something that sticks with me for the rest of my life.

I'm sorry. Why are you in such a good mood? All I can say is that you must enjoy your breakfast. Your mother and I are talking about Nkunzi's miraculous transformation.