Persuasive Essay Monologue

In 1983, Raymond Carver introduced his short story “Cathedral” to the public. The first-person narrative takes place within the narrator’s home, where his wife is waiting upon the arrival of her blind friend Robert. The narrator, however, becomes more concerned about how Robert’s visit will affect him rather than enjoy the situation. Once Robert arrives, the narrator tries to understand the blind man, but he is unaware of what tasks Robert is capable of performing due to the narrator’s inability to “see”. In time, Robert shows the narrator the difference between looking and seeing through illustrations of a cathedral, drawn by the narrator with his eyes closed. “Cathedral’s” narrator exposes readers to anti-heroic views

Being an athletes is one of the best-paid jobs on Earth. Being that they are paid so much the cost for the consumer is very high. The prices of tickets and sports memorabilia have been steadily rising over the years. The average ticket prices for the NHL, MLB, NBA and NFL all rose 5% to 10% this year, according to Jon Greenberg, executive editor of Team Marketing Report. (Mihoces).

The last time I saw Charlie outside prison walls we were on the run. Charlie was on the run, not I, I just went along for the ride because he was my husband. Charlie was on parole, but he loved to drink his booze. In our state it's a violation to drink while on parole.

I stood at the gates of Magcon.... so many people were screaming like dying seals.

“If forever works for you, I would be totally fine having you for that long.”

“Well, I got it!! And I’m actually leaving tomorrow, but I still have to finish packing and say goodbye to everyone.”

Hey Jim, it definitely is not my intention to make you feel defensive or feel the need to totally disappear. I know in your mind those text to Blake was the downfall, but that's not true. If we are both 100% honest Blake was struggling all year to do any of his homework, and as you know has been caught or confessed to using hard core drugs. Look don't worry about Dad and you at Marina Towers. I told Aunt Pat that I was going to completely stop anybody from pursuing action towards my Brother and my father. And I can tell with 100% certainty no one if going to fuck with you are Dad's wishes, so trust me when I say just let everything dye down, and all this will be a mute point. Look jim bottom line no body can 24 hour Caregiver. Personally I

“ You are just like the rest of ‘em.” scoffed Genevieve, “Make yourself useful then Lillian. Fetch my parents for me.”

I was nine years old and in the backseat of my father’s car when music died. He was flipping through radio stations, aimlessly, when his phone rang. He answered the call and, in doing so, left my perception of music defenseless to the arsenal of crap it was about to be exposed to. The radio was left on some station hosted by a man who, by the sound of his voice, one could only imagine perpetually wore backwards hats. His name was probably Steve-o. At first, I sat transfixed by the odd nature of this station. It seemed that every sentence was punctuated by a crude sound bite of a blow-horn or cash register. After about a minute or so of these antics, I lost interest with Steve-o and wanted nothing more than to return to the mundane channel surfing my father had started. I waited anxiously for him to finish his call and, while doing so, listened as music died a slow, painful, bass heavy death.

Source: CDC, National Center for Health Statistics, National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey. Health, United States, 2002. Flegal et. al. JAMA. 2002;288:1723-7. NIH, National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, Clinical Guidelines on the Identification, Evaluation and Treatment of Overweight and Obesity in Adults, 1998.

“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.

Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.

Misunderstandings begin to surface between the daughter born in America and the mother raised in a very different culture. At a young age, Ruth sees her mother’s ideas, practices, and motivations, as ancient in nature and resistant to modern times. LuLing struggles with her daughter’s independent qualities and stubbornness. The miscommunication between young daughter and mother are ever clear in the brief exchange of these words: “‘Why I have daughter like you? Why I live? Why I don’t die long time ‘go? You want I die?’ Ruth was shaking but shrugged as nonchalantly as she could. ‘I really don’t care’” (Tan 146).

Why is the school year often constrained to around 180 days? What's more, for what reason do many of these schools still work using a schedule using a massive 12-week summer break? Not very many kids nowadays are expected to gather around and work long hours on their family owned farms. With changes in parenting styles and the expanding number of double-income families, the children in the present have far less chances to spend their days as they may have before, running around as the sky darkened or drinking lemonade and eating ice cream with friends on the lawn. They're much more prone to be enlisted in expensive and exhaustive extracurricular projects, or generally spending their summer days at home alone by themselves. Given the circumstances, there is very little reason to why K-12 schools should operate like this.

This isn't my world! It is now. Mark your territory. Stand up to them.