The Woman Monologue

Jarvis was quickly interrupted by the commander asking, “Wait, what’s the Cuse area?” Jarvis paused to pick at his mashed potatoes with his fork before beginning again. “I’m from Syracuse. The Cuse is just what we locals call it. Well, at least that’s what we used to call it. Now, I’m not too sure what it might be. But I suppose the place really couldn’t have gotten much worse.”

Today is the fourth day me and Little Ann have been sitting here waiting to hunt. Billy is just walking around the camp looking at other dogs and talking to the hunters. He starts making his way back to Little Ann and I. In the buggy Billy digs us each out a weenie and feeds it to us. I swallow mine whole and look at him and ask for more. I don't really think he understood me because he just walked away smiling.

Out in the night Roger waiting for his next victim Mrs. Jones walks past and there he goes as fast as his small, nimble body could carry him, he grabs the purse and with all the weight of her unintendedly heavy pocket book and her heavy self he fell fast. Roger starts to understand what just happens, but it was too late, he was already being held by his collar. Roger started to feel hot in the face in which he figured they could easily see, but all he wanted was to be let go. Mrs. Jones started ranting again about how his face was dirty, but that didn’t matter to him, he had even told her he wasn’t hungry that was a bad lie, he was starving, but no matter what he could not change Mrs. Jones mind he was going home with her to wash his face and eat some nice food he stared at the door as she turned him loose but he didn’t run so he washed his face. Roger sat where she could not see him and decided to move to show trust.

A great story! I first got a little bored when it was said that Jill’s father died, because this is not a very surprising plot, but your descriptions later really made a difference. Jill’s reaction was so real and I like how she finally talked to her mom, I mean the tear and the choke. Also you did a great job describing the setting and the change of the setting, from the warm and comfortable to cold and biting. This change fits well with the change of Jill’s mind and actually reinforced how she was influenced by the tragedy. Something you may want to know is I am a little bit confused when you switch to tell the office and thoughts of Joseph. It kind of broke the consistency of the description of Jill. Also there are a lot of background information

woman, I will always believe he will be my husband one day. So, mother I understand a lot and I am so sorry for the pain you go through not having my daddy with you., but Joshua and I are very close friends just like you and dad were when you was sixteen, but we will not be sexually active until we get married. I will make sure of that Mother; the bible says “we shall honor our parents so that our days shall be long.” I know you will kill me if I make the same mistakes you made.” I said

I am curious to see the world you are living in, for I know it’s something inspiring just like mine was many years before. It was such a privilege to watch your parents grow, and develop into the unique personalities in which they possess, and there is no doubt that they feel the same about you. As my time is quickly ticking away, I pray that you’ll take it to heart as I share with you some of my valuable life lessons and use them as a guide throughout your life.

The spring of 1939, Wes and Magnolia go out to a picnic. Maggie packed two sandwiches and some apples and a good bottle of wine. They get in his car and he started it up. They drive through the streets of Berlin and gaze out at the lushious cloudy sky. They passed bakeries and pubs. At last they reach the countryside. They park their car on the side of the dirt road and get out. Wes grabbed the blanket and Maggie grabbed the picnic basket with the bottle of wine. They walk over to fence and and climb under. They walk up a hill and place down the blanket on top. Maggie and Wes sit down and start to spread everything out. They grab the sandwiches, and open up the wine, they pour themselves a glass and enjoy the gentle breeze that greets them.

I thought this night felt wrong when Sister Caitlin asked us to play a round of musical chairs late one Sunday night.

“Not like that, Marci. Like this.” The tutor demonstrates for the little girl. “To pronounce the uvular or guttural voiced “r” heard in French or German, you must first lower the tip of your tongue. See! Like this.”

I grew up in a family where cultural tyranny exist. Since little I grew up knowing the role of a women was different from a men. Where the women is just a housewife and does all the chores around the house and take care of the kids. In the other hand, the men just work to bring the money and food to the table. For example, I haven’t seen my dad do any chores around the house because he thinks that is a women’s job. If there was anything that had to be done that is supposed to be by women. My dad will tell me or my sister to do it because he uses the excuse that he is a man and he can’t to it. Also when I wanna go somewhere with my friends. I can’t really go alone unless if my younger sister goes with me and there can’t be no males within the group. I can’t

I know you’re going to have to leave soon, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be with you. I’m going to miss you like crazy. I would like to start by saying I’m sorry. I am sorry for being rude to you when we were younger. I am sorry for not listening, speaking, and acting as I should have, because I was too stupid and thought you didn’t mean anything to me. Thinking back now, I want to start over and erase it all.

I think this text is about a woman, that is a dreamer and thinks less of herself. I can say this because in the monologue, the curious woman set out various examples such as on lines 1 and 2 it says “ The woman I am in my dreams is taller than i am.” I think this precise sentence means that she wants to stand tall/up for herself and support her own opinions, which leads to my first point. A another obvious example is, on lines 24 - 28 she reveals “ The woman I am in my dreams her legs are straight and sure, they don’t fall out from under her, they don’t hide under long skirts her legs and feet are well.” This is an another example of how she thinks less of herself because, the text proves that she clearly doesn’t like how her legs are straight

Right now in the novel, I feel really bad for Kino and Juana. All they wanted was for Coyotito to get better from his scorpion bite, but the greedy doctor won’t help them! It makes me mad that the doctor is so focused on his wealth and status that he won’t help a family in need. I feel like the whole neighborhood is not helping them even, everyone in the neighborhood just stares, and listens to Kino and Juana in the midst of this crisis. They do not do anything to help them, which really surprises me for when this novel takes place.

For everything, also that I am not a better person. I know I am not a good person at all, I have so many things that are wrong with me. But mostly I am sorry for blaming you, for all the things that were not your fault. I hated you for the longest time, and for you just to pop back up in my life out of nowhere has shocked me. You never knew what was going on with me. I 've never told you, I did not want to worry you with my problems. I did not want to be a bother to you, you were the only person I had at that time. I did not want to mess up and lose you. But sadly I still lost you, I hated you for long so. I wonder what I did for you to stop talking to me. I wondered if I said something that hurt you, and that was why you never sent me another letter. But I am over it now, it took so long for me to get over you. I know I sound like a stupid break up song. But you were my friend, my wonderful friend. You ment the world to me and I feel like maybe I loved you too much. I am sorry for that I 've just never had the chance to actually like a person. there was nothing romantic about the feelings I had for you. But it was you who showed me how people should be, how they should act. If everyone in this world was like you or at least my family. I would be such a happy person. I don 't blame you anymore for leaving me, I understand that I am way to much to handle and I was the first to leave you.

Once upon a hazy memory, there lived a girl with a tragic bowl cut and far too many unrealistic goals. She was quiet and small, afraid of the world.