Scott's Monologue

When Stanley first got to Camp Green Lake he was timid, apprehensive, and hesitant, but now he’s dauntless, sympathetic, and worthy.

Daniella Owusuwaah Ashley Dunn THE 191: Section K 28, April 2015 Avenue Q: Sesame Street Meets South Park Avenue Q is a laugh-out-loud, fast moving musical that is an adult version of Sesame Street that address racism, pornography, homophobia, and the parable of finding one’s purpose in life through satirical songs. On Friday, April 17, I saw Miami’s production of Avenue Q directed by Ms. Saffron Henke at the Gates-Abegglen Theatre. This unique show uses puppets as a shield to explore issues that are often hard and sensitive to talk about; it’s easy to talk about racism when it’s through a puppet. I believe that the goal of Miami’s production of Avenue Q was to present and educated to the community and the students about issues such as

I thought I did something wrong. And I thought, ‘Well, maybe by meeting up with him… I was asking for it.'”

Killing must feel good to god too… he does it all the time. Without hesitation, without a scratch of a though against his head he lets it happen and he lets the action run its course again and again and again.

She runs home as fast as she cans, leaving a watery black trail behind her. As she runs up onto her doorstep, a strange looking figure walks slowly behind her. She slams open the door with giant grayish black stain on the living room rug. “O my gosh, honey what happened to you!” Yollies mother gasped. “My dress is ruined; ruined I tell you, it started to rain my hair got soaked and just if that wasn’t good enough, the dye on my dress washed away!” She cried. As her mom hears a knock on the door she opens it, and she asked,”hi young man, may I help you? Yollie turned around and saw it, he was Ernie a Castillo! With his black suit soaked his hair damp and the purple flower in his suit pocket, light purple flower petals flowing away with every drop of the rain. “Ernie what are you doing here!”she gasped. He had came back for her out of the love in his heart. He wanted Yollie to feel better after all her clothes got ruined.

When the rain stopped and the sun started to come out, I finally went to my car. I opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and closed it. I banged my hands on the dashboard multiple times and screamed. The tears came back, streaming down my face as if they were rivers themselves. When at last there were no more tears left to flow out, I turned my head towards the bridge and for the last time, I glared out at the spot where she stood before her

I started to walk away from the tournament, I wanted to get away, to think. No one ever seems to care how I felt. I walk to the barn slowly so Curly wouldn't notice I was leaving when I saw Lennie. I needed to talk to someone, to actually have a really conversation with someone. I kept to my slow pace til he looked up at me. Then, he covered something up in the hay.

I had been crying since I woke up that day and I was still crying. My sobs had droned on in the background as this stranger touched and sifted and opened each tiny piece of my life. As I watched her, I thought about how private my backpack and its contents always seemed. They were mine, They were to be kept or revealed as I saw fit. But now, I was in the

However,my memory of her lived on in the rain,never fading,never ceasing.Without warning,I felt pain began to take hold of me,but I tried to feel nothing, yet the pain was inevitable.The pain stinged deeply and suddenly a sob escaped my

I shook my head, I felt bad. I knew they desperately wanted to helpful, but he was really starting to feel annoyed. The dance wasn’t supposed to be a stressful thing. If anything, he should be worrying about the big game. The words, we’re excited to see who your date is, echoed in his ears, he still hadn’t found a date. He knew he would have one by the time of the dance, so it was useless distressing about it now.

I had been looking for Scott for a while. I kinda wanted to ask him to go to a dance with me. Scott, a handsome and smart boy, seemed like a person I wanted to ask to the dance. I understood that I would have to wear a dress if he said yes. IF he said yes, I hope he does, shoot what IF he says no, that would be horrible.

Just the mention of her name sends bolts of fiery pain shooting into my chest nearly rendering me incapable of breathing in any more of the heavy school building air. But more than that - how dare he compare Mack to his warped and tainted perception of me?

I am so sorry about what happened that day, I can assure you that it is all a big misunderstanding, you see when Ricky is out in the sun too long and he sees another kid doing another kids job he most likely would get mad (and I completely understand that.), and he most definitely did, and started hitting at Stanley, which was completely out of my control. I can not assure you that it was because of a strike against us or a boycott but i’m sure that it is under control.

I live in a small town called Oia. Because Oia is a small town that everyone lives there knows each other like family. We always help each other when they needed help. One day coming back from work Simon stop us.

Crawling up my throat in attempt to grab a hold of the words, anxiety fights. I manage to take control and force it to fall back and disappear into the empty soul inside of me.