Monologues 2nd Hour
Owen P.
Awh man! I’m next to be on deck. Wait; let me read over my poem one more time. I think I got it memorized… Well I hope so. I’ve never really ever had to memorize anything this much. Wait how many lines is this? Oh it’s 31 lines, oh Owen you can do this.
Ah, I’m on deck, just let me go to the bench on stage. Ahh this chair is wobbly. I feel like I’ll tip this if I even make the slightest movement. Okay so after this guy recites, then Chris will go up. Then after that it’s the moment of truth… Okay Chris sounds about done. Okay they’re snapping for… Oh the spot light on me, now I guess it’s time to start.
Navarrio
Uuuhhgg. I hate going to school. I sit by the same people every day. We learn the same thing every day. When is it going to change? I mean like it’s only two maybe three “ok” /boring classes and two fun classes. Ok now I am out of Mr. Coombe’s class, I have to go to theatre and do my monologue. Like I don’t know why this is supposed to help us. I don’t want to say a monologue to my employees, sleeping on the job so what am I doing this for? Oh, here she goes, to do what, my monologue? Oh crap… umm. Hey I can’t see your monologue. WHAT WHY IT’S CHEATING! Oh come on. Ok guess I’ll just have to wing it on stage then. Go now like right now. Ok guess I’ll just talk about puppies or, a phone, or maybe a girl I like. Hmmm I could just do my poem naahh too easy, maybe my shoes. No wait people I don’t like, or things I hate like when two assignments are due at the same time. No I‘ll do super heroes!!!- why are they super??? oh too late guess I’ll just do puppies.
Anon
Sometimes I wonder why my mom treats me differently than my sister, I guess it’s just that I’m different than them. It’s so hard living in a house with two other girls that do everything together. I can’t believe she could stay home with her when she’s sick but yells at me when I am. I mean my mom gets me things and buys me stuff but she’s never been there for me like she is with her. All I do is watch her and take care of her when she’s not home. And I still get yelled at? I never clean or pick up? You should tell your daughter that lays around all day long, asking me to make her food that she never cleans. I pick up everyday right before she gets home. She expects the worst from me when all I’ve done is try to be the best daughter I can be.
Tatum G
Nervously waiting. I kept looking at the words on the paper. The more I look at the paper the more hazy they become. All of the lights are off and one by one kids are reciting their poems. And I keep telling my friend next to me to go up to the stool, it’s almost her turn. Being frustrated while looking at the reader of kids and the kids that are coming up next, are not on the empty stools. This frustration would take my mind away for a moment. But then the poem would slip into my mind. Finally, it was my turn to go on the stool. There’s more people that had to go before me. After the three go, the spotlight flashes at me. I go to stand in the spotlight and I can’t see a thing. Good because I won’t see anyone but bad because if I need my words I won’t be able to see. I start to introduce myself when a class walks in. I am glad because it takes the attention of me and on to the newcomers. Once I start my poem I was fine and remembered it all.
Morgan S
Waiting nervously on the wooden chair, my feet shaking. I saw classes’ come in the door and sit down. I’m reciting my poem over and over in my head, and every time I turn around I got fifty sets of eyes staring at me. Am I going to forget my poem? Or will I just go up there, recite my poem and forget nothing and not be scared but I will be relieved. Soon all of the classes will be in here so I will have to go over my poem one last time and hope for the best. I soon have to leave for a field trip so can I just get it over and done with, but before we even got to start I already had a kid coming to get me to leave. I didn’t get to do my poem and all the nerves just left. I was kind of happy but I knew I would have to say it eventually.
Awh man! I’m next to be on deck. Wait; let me read over my poem one more time. I think I got it memorized… Well I hope so. I’ve never really ever had to memorize anything this much. Wait how many lines is this? Oh it’s 31 lines, oh Owen you can do this.
Ah, I’m on deck, just let me go to the bench on stage. Ahh this chair is wobbly. I feel like I’ll tip this if I even make the slightest movement. Okay so after this guy recites, then Chris will go up. Then after that it’s the moment of truth… Okay Chris sounds about done. Okay they’re snapping for… Oh the spot light on me, now I guess it’s time to start.
Navarrio
Uuuhhgg. I hate going to school. I sit by the same people every day. We learn the same thing every day. When is it going to change? I mean like it’s only two maybe three “ok” /boring classes and two fun classes. Ok now I am out of Mr. Coombe’s class, I have to go to theatre and do my monologue. Like I don’t know why this is supposed to help us. I don’t want to say a monologue to my employees, sleeping on the job so what am I doing this for? Oh, here she goes, to do what, my monologue? Oh crap… umm. Hey I can’t see your monologue. WHAT WHY IT’S CHEATING! Oh come on. Ok guess I’ll just have to wing it on stage then. Go now like right now. Ok guess I’ll just talk about puppies or, a phone, or maybe a girl I like. Hmmm I could just do my poem naahh too easy, maybe my shoes. No wait people I don’t like, or things I hate like when two assignments are due at the same time. No I‘ll do super heroes!!!- why are they super??? oh too late guess I’ll just do puppies.
Anon
Sometimes I wonder why my mom treats me differently than my sister, I guess it’s just that I’m different than them. It’s so hard living in a house with two other girls that do everything together. I can’t believe she could stay home with her when she’s sick but yells at me when I am. I mean my mom gets me things and buys me stuff but she’s never been there for me like she is with her. All I do is watch her and take care of her when she’s not home. And I still get yelled at? I never clean or pick up? You should tell your daughter that lays around all day long, asking me to make her food that she never cleans. I pick up everyday right before she gets home. She expects the worst from me when all I’ve done is try to be the best daughter I can be.
Tatum G
Nervously waiting. I kept looking at the words on the paper. The more I look at the paper the more hazy they become. All of the lights are off and one by one kids are reciting their poems. And I keep telling my friend next to me to go up to the stool, it’s almost her turn. Being frustrated while looking at the reader of kids and the kids that are coming up next, are not on the empty stools. This frustration would take my mind away for a moment. But then the poem would slip into my mind. Finally, it was my turn to go on the stool. There’s more people that had to go before me. After the three go, the spotlight flashes at me. I go to stand in the spotlight and I can’t see a thing. Good because I won’t see anyone but bad because if I need my words I won’t be able to see. I start to introduce myself when a class walks in. I am glad because it takes the attention of me and on to the newcomers. Once I start my poem I was fine and remembered it all.
Morgan S
Waiting nervously on the wooden chair, my feet shaking. I saw classes’ come in the door and sit down. I’m reciting my poem over and over in my head, and every time I turn around I got fifty sets of eyes staring at me. Am I going to forget my poem? Or will I just go up there, recite my poem and forget nothing and not be scared but I will be relieved. Soon all of the classes will be in here so I will have to go over my poem one last time and hope for the best. I soon have to leave for a field trip so can I just get it over and done with, but before we even got to start I already had a kid coming to get me to leave. I didn’t get to do my poem and all the nerves just left. I was kind of happy but I knew I would have to say it eventually.
3rd Hour Monologues
Samantha (Sam) H.
I like bubbles. Bubbles are so fun to play with. I want to blow bubbles everyday. Bubbles are fun. Some have different colors, some glow in the dark. I get sad when my bubbles pop :( But bubbles are so fun fun fun fun. If I had bubbles with me right now I'd play with them as long as I could. Bubbles bubbles! Nobody will understand my love for bubbles. I will blow bubbles with my little sister, blow bubbles with my friends, blow bubbles with my dog. I want to blow bubbles right this second, bubbles! I want to have a room full of bubbles. Bubbles are so so so so so so pretty and if you don't like bubbles than we can't be friend. Bubbles bubbles, do you like bubbles? What about you? And you? Hey you! Do you like bubbles? I like bubbles. Bubble bubble, man do I love bubbles.
Anon
This year I have made a lot of friends, lost a lot of friends but there was only one to stay. K.E.J. This girl is more than a best friend, she's more like my other half. I have a long list of what she is to me. She's my bebe, my other half, my adopted sister, my date to the dance. If a guy hurts her, I hurt them. This girl has been through thick and thin with me. I love this girl with all my heart and I remember this year she became my bebe. I remember when me and this guy broke up; she was there talking to me the whole night until she fell asleep. This girl alone. This whole year we've been in drama together, have been through everything together, we are stronger than ever. At Rollhaven we're known as "double trouble." We go somewhere, people ask us if we're twins. We're together as much that my mom asks if she's coming over. I love this girl to death. I hope we can have more years together as friends. I love you to death K.E.J.
Maya D.
A lot has changed this year... People, grades, behavior. Over the span of the school year a lot of things have changed from the beginning. To now, whether it's good or bad. I've learned that not everyone is truly your friend and some just stand by to kick you when you when you're down. But I've learned that your mistakes or troubles can only make you stronger and wiser. 8th Grade has taught me lots of things whether academic or life lessons. Most importantly that only fools trip over what's behind them. Meaning- move on and forget about those things that never truly mattered.
Kathlyn J.
I knew something didn't feel right and I tried telling my dad, "I just don't sleep all the time." You will be fine," my dad said, "it's just another day." As I lied my head down to take a nap before school I felt like I was gonna stop breathing. I woke up in an ambulance and a guy putting a needle in my arm.I wondered now, what had happened. I wanted to scream but all I could do was lay there and hope everything would be okay. My dad got in the ambulance. I said, "Dad, what did I do?" He just shook his head, smiled, and said, "nothing." We pulled up to the hospital and they wheeled me in. I found out I had a seizure and stopped breathing. I could have died. As the day went on, which felt like forever, with people coming in and out; with no food and everything. I finally went home. I prayed to god that night thanking him for letting me be here one more day.
I like bubbles. Bubbles are so fun to play with. I want to blow bubbles everyday. Bubbles are fun. Some have different colors, some glow in the dark. I get sad when my bubbles pop :( But bubbles are so fun fun fun fun. If I had bubbles with me right now I'd play with them as long as I could. Bubbles bubbles! Nobody will understand my love for bubbles. I will blow bubbles with my little sister, blow bubbles with my friends, blow bubbles with my dog. I want to blow bubbles right this second, bubbles! I want to have a room full of bubbles. Bubbles are so so so so so so pretty and if you don't like bubbles than we can't be friend. Bubbles bubbles, do you like bubbles? What about you? And you? Hey you! Do you like bubbles? I like bubbles. Bubble bubble, man do I love bubbles.
Anon
This year I have made a lot of friends, lost a lot of friends but there was only one to stay. K.E.J. This girl is more than a best friend, she's more like my other half. I have a long list of what she is to me. She's my bebe, my other half, my adopted sister, my date to the dance. If a guy hurts her, I hurt them. This girl has been through thick and thin with me. I love this girl with all my heart and I remember this year she became my bebe. I remember when me and this guy broke up; she was there talking to me the whole night until she fell asleep. This girl alone. This whole year we've been in drama together, have been through everything together, we are stronger than ever. At Rollhaven we're known as "double trouble." We go somewhere, people ask us if we're twins. We're together as much that my mom asks if she's coming over. I love this girl to death. I hope we can have more years together as friends. I love you to death K.E.J.
Maya D.
A lot has changed this year... People, grades, behavior. Over the span of the school year a lot of things have changed from the beginning. To now, whether it's good or bad. I've learned that not everyone is truly your friend and some just stand by to kick you when you when you're down. But I've learned that your mistakes or troubles can only make you stronger and wiser. 8th Grade has taught me lots of things whether academic or life lessons. Most importantly that only fools trip over what's behind them. Meaning- move on and forget about those things that never truly mattered.
Kathlyn J.
I knew something didn't feel right and I tried telling my dad, "I just don't sleep all the time." You will be fine," my dad said, "it's just another day." As I lied my head down to take a nap before school I felt like I was gonna stop breathing. I woke up in an ambulance and a guy putting a needle in my arm.I wondered now, what had happened. I wanted to scream but all I could do was lay there and hope everything would be okay. My dad got in the ambulance. I said, "Dad, what did I do?" He just shook his head, smiled, and said, "nothing." We pulled up to the hospital and they wheeled me in. I found out I had a seizure and stopped breathing. I could have died. As the day went on, which felt like forever, with people coming in and out; with no food and everything. I finally went home. I prayed to god that night thanking him for letting me be here one more day.