Spring Fever Monologue

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

Cold sweat dripped down the back of my neck as I sat upright in bed. I’d had a... What was it called? Someone had told me it was a nightmare... but who would tell me that? Certainly not the men in the other room. They only talked if they were telling me to do something.

Thanks there Mary, we’ll just see what happens! Hope today is a nifty one, I went to Rice’s this morning and it was a bit chilly, no bike riding today. Also I thought Chrissy was coming back today, it’s not till next Tuesday. What a tragedy to have to be in Hawaii for over 2 weeks lol. Off for more fun talk to you later

Tom Robinson is dead. It does not have an effect on me, although people do seem impacted by the news. I honestly don’t understand how it is possible to still feel any emotion from these kind of stories, since they happen so often. If the inhabitants of Maycomb reacted like this for every black man charged for a non-existent rape we would never leave the courtroom. The trials are not particularly interesting either, considering most of the black defendants end up dead.

Our wind has died down, but yes indeed, is it cold! Our landscapers just pulled up to take care of leaves and shrubs. They are all bundled up! Oh, our leaves did finally fall with a little help from that dang wind, but the grass, she's still green! I can imagine they have more than enough snow in MN for Miss Cora's first snowman! Not ready for that here...well, I never am!

In this short artifact “A Tale of Two Summers for Parents” by Belinda Luscombe I was able to get an idea of the different things that parents might be going through that us kids/teens have no idea about. Luscombe shares two stories about the struggles that parents were going through especially during the summer. The summer as we know is the hottest time of the year. For some states summer might just be different but I am aware that climate can be a challenge for some families. Having to change schedules and making sure to know where your children will be spending the day or after school may be your priority and I agree with that. Now a days I see kids walking home when the day is just simply hot. You can’t even go with your car window down because the warmth of the hot air hits you and it makes you so tired and stresses you out so much. No matter how much you try to be fresh the heat just really gets you making you upset and not thinking straight.

They may be frequently unwell and have poor general health, they may have nappy rash, cradle cap or constantly have nits. They may be dirty and not washed; they may have dirty or inappropriate clothes for the time of year. They may be tired/ lethargic as they are not getting enough sleep and or not eating correctly.

I sat frozen, as I couldn’t escape reality. However, the truth managed to all because of something I’m unable to control Feeling like an infant who is drowning as the only thing that can save me is a buoy thrown by another man. For if he does not exist, I am someone who can’t speak language.

Those children have been bothering me for the past years, but they are one of the only ones that care about me. My family is a disaster as I do not have a father or mother. People say that I have tried to murder my father when I was young, but the only reason I stabbed him was to save him from the dangers of the outside world. My father was in some serious trouble when I stabbed him. As I teenager I saw many problems in the world and I wanted to save my father from them, but instead it backfired as he locked me in the house until he passed away with my mother.

For the first time in my life i dreaded walking into this dear courtroom. It brings great sorrow to see the hopeful look in Tom’s eyes. For I know he will never be deemed innocent, simply because of the color of his skin. No matter how innocent he is. I feel as if there is this weight setting on my shoulders, like a weight that will never be lifted. If Tom Robinson is deemed guilty, it will be solely my fault. I know deep down in my heart that Tom will never be set free, yet I still fight with every single breath of me. Tom is counting on me, and I will not let him down.

Dill left us early in September, to return to Meridian. We saw him off on the five o’clock bus and I was miserable without him until it occurred to me that I would be starting to school in a week. I never looked forward more to anything in my life. Hours of wintertime had found me in the treehouse, looking over at the schoolyard, spying on multitudes of children through a two-power telescope Jem had given me, learning their games, following Jem’s red jacket through wriggling

It’s 3096 now. Things are different than they were a hundred years ago. We’ve changed drastically over time. The plague has been an obstacle scientists have failed to overcome. But we must not let the plague take control of emotions.

Benvolio is sitting on a step after Romeo has fled the scene How could Romeo do such a thing? (stands up) And he just runs off without owning up to it! I thought of Romeo as a better man but I guess that Mercutio is family and we would do anything for each other (sits back down on the step).

The last writing I read was “Free The Children”, a very informative story by author Nancy Gibbs. Gibbs believes that children should enjoy summers that don’t count or place pressure on them. She says that experts have for a long time said that the modern child has more stress than those of earlier generations. I thought that this was an interesting read because I probably would naturally think that preparing my child during the summer, for the upcoming year would give them an advantage. The evidence author Gibbs presents suggests the contrary. She finishes by saying “I wish that I could have that time back to be a youth without the strains of work and school”. I completely agreed with her take.

Through The Looking Glass Disclaimer: No, silly, I never have nor will I ever own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders. *sighs* :( I simply borrow them for my own creative enjoyment purposes.