The Big Game Monologue

Hi im john, i like to golf and like dogs. I'm from the U.S. i’m gonna golf at the Olympics. I feel nervous but confident about my event. My competitions names are Joe, Thomas, Ryan,David,William,my friend Jack,and Jeff.they had a good run against other people now they have to go against each other. Their practicing their swings and teeing off. I am gonna try to get a lot of pars some birdies and gonna try for an eagle. Maybe a hole in one. We start and I start off incredible by getting a birdie on the first hole. Then it gets intense on the 5th hole. Goes back and forth and my position right now, I’m in 4th place so i have to put up some competition for my competitors i make a comeback at the 10th hole. Hopefully i get to 2nd place at least.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

This is a monologue we've been working on in class, it feels too much like a story, but I'm not sure. I'd like some pointers on what I could do, or just some corrections straight up would be nice, thank you!

Greg Heffley goes back to when he was a baby in his moms stomach and tells how he would love to go back……...but when he comes out, its a whole new world. Greg goes through so much in his years of life, and one day, he has a school dance that everyone is going to and he wasn't going to miss it. He had Rowley Jefferson be his wingman, which I personally think that is a wrong choice. Rowley tries to get girls to like greg by saying how strong and handsome he is, but will it work? Almost every girl in gregs school is taken, and half of the girls thinks greg is a dork and doesn't want to go with him. Just then this girls abigail doesn't have a date to the dance and what do you think rowley did? well i think u guys dont need me to tell you. Greg

Through my entire life I had been playing baseball. Baseball was the one thing that consumed my life. It was a job to me, not a passion. That was the first problem that resulted in a complete 360 in my life. When I started to play baseball, it was in a way satisfying and fun. It was something every little kid did over the weekend, as the family watched them sit on the ground pick flowers and play with the dust. Something so simple that made me feel so, existential. It gave me so much, it was great. As I began to realise the potential life this game could give me at around age 9, I began to become serious about baseball. I quickly began to feel like a superstar at the local Little League. “This is great!” I thought. Running circles around everyone, people would come to the field to see MaHall’s team play. As the years grew on, leading my teams to championship games years in a row, it would come crashing down. When I was 11, I was on the Dodgers, we were the best team in the league, and we knew it. Let’s go back in time for a bit. It’s the last inning and we are down by just one. Here I go up to bat with a man on first base. As I walk up to the plate I could hear the catcher say, “oh no.” He knew who I was, as everyone did. “I’ve hit many walk offs and clutch hits before, how was this different?” I remember thinking. Well past Jonnie, here’s how it’s different, it’s the championship game,

Rainsford can feel his arms getting weaker every stroke he takes,every time he moves his arm it feels like 100 more bounds are added to it. The only thing that keeps him going is the sight of Zaroff’s window. He plans to swim to zaroff’s window and hide there until he returns and rainsford will fight zaroff to end this horrible nightmare.he’s not to far from the land that is above the window. As he swims further he suddenly stumps his toe on what feels like land! He finally can touch the ground with his feet.rainsford reaches land and with a great big breath he collapses onto the dry grainy sand.because he is overcome with exhaustion he falls into a deep and soundless slumber.

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

It was a chilly Monday night as I finished putting on my baseball uniform. I was nervous because it was the championship game. We were playing our rival team, the Yankees. My close friend Tom was their pitcher, and he struck out a lot of people. Tonight, I was going to get a hit off of him. At least I hoped so. I heard a beep in the driveway and realized it was my mom who was ready to go. ¨ Coming Mom!¨ I shouted through the garage door. As I jogged to the car, I could not stop thinking about getting a hit off of Tom.

The game was going great. Each inning we would get the other team out quickly and the team was hitting a lot. The fifth inning came and went and I had still not played. I understand I say to myself. These girls are better than me. I go to the water jug to get Erin some water when I hear Mr. Nick say my name. I turn to look at him and he tells me to get my helmet. I got so

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

Up in the club, just broke up I'm doing my own little thing You decided to dip and now you wanna trip 'Cause another brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention 'Cause I cried my tears for three good years

Hey Jakpot, no I have not been raiding the last month. I've been looking for a guild and playing a tonnnn of Overwatch. I'm extremely familiar with the Restoration Shaman changes! I got Beta the first day it was out and even since Alpha I've been contemplating about the new changes. I've read about all the articles on chainheal.com, experimented with different talent setups and have done extensive testing. I've redone all my Weak Auras and macros n shit, so yeah, I definitely feel like I know the class inside in out in its current

“The Crying Game” was meant for those who were broken once and were never restored

I have given a little bit of my experience with Big E to you along with the history of the event. But A man named Guy had this to say about the Big E as well: “I like it. I like going down. Lots of things to see there. Its kind of same every year. But all of the fairs are the same every year.” A young man named Brendan mentioned when I ask his opinion on the Big E this: “Packed, It always been packed.” A elderly woman named Gladys had this say as well in connection with the 100 year anniversary of the Big E. “I think its marvels. Wish, it would last another hundred year. It would be shame if future generation didn't see it.” To me, these comments mean that Big E has not really lost any stream when it comes to being popular and having people

I gave myself to the sensation of being penetrated. Every cell, every synapse in my brain belonged to T… as he pushed inside me. Slowly, he filled me, and I reveled in the stretch the feeling of being joined with him- being one with him. He touched my face and held my hand; he kissed my lips, my jaw, my neck.