Football... Money or passion?

In the more ancient times of football, players like Diego Maradona, Edson Arantes do Nascimento, Johan Cruyf, and Edson Arantes do Nascimento, known as Pelé who is considered the greatest player in the history of football. These players have been considered icons not only for their unmatchable talent on the field but for their stories and inspiration on people with similar lives where things are not given to them. That being said nowadays soccer players still remain the most praised and talked about athletes in the world of sports. However, its for a different reason, players are playing football as a job rather than for passion. As a result, money has began to ruin the world of football, not only for poorer teams, but in the FIFA organization as well.

The debate over the corruption of the football world came to light soon after the 2014 FIFA World Cup.The scandal erupted in May, with a raid on a luxury hotel in Zurich and the arrest of seven Fifa executives. All of this was conducted at the behest of the US authorities and in December, 16 more officials were charged following the arrest of two Fifa vice presidents in at the same hotel in Zurich. Former Brazil football federation chief Ricardo Teixeira was among those accused of being "involved in criminal schemes involving well over $200m (£132m) in bribes and kickbacks". Then in May the US indicted 14 current and former Fifa officials and associates on charges of "rampant, systemic, and deep-rooted" corruption following a major inquiry by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI).

Fifa is the body responsible for running world football. It has recently been dogged by accusations of corruption, particularly after awarding the 2022 World Cup to the tiny but rich and influential Gulf state of Qatar. This is important to know because it affects the nation’s full of fans who will be expecting their team to perform, however this league simply cannot be trusted due to bribes, and behind the scene deals, no one will know for sure which team really deserves what. Does winning the most praised tournament in the world have the same sensations when you’re able to cheat your way to the top.

The World Cup is the most watched sporting event in the world, larger even than the Olympics. In 2010, 3.4 billion people watched the World Cup soccer championship, according to Forbes. The 2014 championship in Brazil was the most-watched televised event in many countries. In Germany, more than 34 million people watched the match between Germany and Argentina.World Cup matches account for nine of the 16 most-watched programs ever in Germany. In Portugal, World Cup matches are five of the top 16 TV programs ever. It generates billions of dollars in revenue from corporate sponsors, broadcasting rights and merchandising. Even the trophy itself has value of 10 million USD which doesn’t even include the fact that the trophy itself is made of 18k gold which has a value of 29k USD. Which generally means that whichever national team wins the tournament not only gets the pleasure of being praised by their nation, but another 10 million USD trophy which is ideally what the new corrupt managers aim for. These arrests and investigations cast doubt over the transparency and honesty for the process of World Cup tournaments, electing its president, and the administration of funds, including those earmarked for improving football facilities in some of Fifa's poorer members.

Media Fluency

Me Magazine- Sarah Son (2)
Hello everyone, my name is Sarah! I based my slide off of my me magazine. In my me magazine, I wrote about my cousin, photography, and Studio Ghibli films. I added pictures of my cousin and I, a polaroid camera, and Totoro from My Neighbor Totoro, a famous Studio Ghibli film. So today I am going to show you what I put together in my slide. After looking at Presentation Zen, I got some inspiration. I took their idea of the picture “bleeding.” In other words, I made some pictures out of the frame of the slide. This is to make people interested and easy to find out about what that person is trying to show. For the fonts, I made them different and funky to show my personality, they are in different sizes as well. They are different colours, just to make it look fancy and stand out. I learned that adding different colours, shapes, and sizes makes it interesting and more fun.

Media Fluency

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Hi there! I’m Ruby and I’m here to talk to you about my slide. The articles featured in my Me Magazine were about contra dancing, music, and homeschooling. While making my slide, I considered many techniques used in advertising. From Presentation Zen, I learned about one technique called “bleeding an image.” This means that the image is partially on the slide, and partially off. I also learned that having as few things to look at on the slide makes it easier to read at a glance, like on a billboard. And I learned that color contrast is very helpful because it makes the slide easier to read.

Media Fluency

Tech Project (3)

Heyo, my name is Nasya. I made my slide look like this because it showed the things I Iike. I have my dog in my slide and my turtle and on the right corner you can see my sister and my dog together. I also added little thing that I like like the unicorn, totoro, ponyo and shiba inu. And in my me magazine I talked about my Youth group also and they are in the top left corner. In my slide I tried to catch people's attention in my slide, I tried added a variety of colors. I also added different sizes in the slide, different fonts, there is also movement in my slide. I was really eager to my this slide because I can show you a little piece of my life.  


Nothing to Be Ashamed Of- Lily Rivera

​Audio

I did it...I actually did it… I actually did it! I mean, I don’t know how, but I did it. I guess all of that studying really paid off! I’ll have to remind myself to go and thank Liz for those notes! I seriously couldn’t have done it without her! The only real reason I passed was her. I’m not even remotely as smart as her.

She really is great. I mean... it’s no wonder she has so many friends. No, no, no, this is not about Liz. This isn’t about Liz and her smartness, or how pretty she is, or how nice she is to everyone....how skinny she is and how all her clothes fit her nicely, or even about how all of those guys seem to just always want her, or-

It’s not about any of those things. Shit, why am I mad at Liz? She was just being nice. God, I gotta stop. This is about me...how I passed the test. So what if she helped me? I mean, I was the one who took the test, not her. It’s not like I cheated! I just got some help...and help is...okay.  It’s fine to get help sometimes.

Yeah, right….help. Of course I needed help, I mean, when do I not. I’m practically fucking useless in class anyway. I never pay attention, I can never ask questions because that’s too freakin’ stressful. I mean, it’s terrifying! I can’t handle that kind of attention on me. What if I ask a really dumb question? How freaking embarrassing would that be? That would just show everyone just how fucking dumb I really am, hah…

Look at me having a pity party for myself. I can’t believe how selfish I am. There are people who have it so much worse than I do, and I’m complaining? Wow, what gives me the right to be sad anyway? I should just...stop. God, I am just so...ridiculous. I’m always sad for no reason, like what the hell even is that? Every little thing makes me upset; even if someone even raises their voice at me. I mean, hell, I probably deserve it.

I probably do deserve it. I mean...look at me. All I ever do is complain; I’m selfish, I’m senseless, and I’m practically irrelevant. I’m moronic, I’m careless; all I ever do is let everyone down. I’m bitter, I’m pathetic, I’m inadequate. I can’t do anything right, I can’t even ask my teachers to go to the bathroom half the time! !

    Alex?Huh I wonder…

  “hey i know you've been really sad and stuff so i thought we'd go out to lunch tomorrow? idk, if you feel up to it. good job on your test today! i knew you could do it! ily, hon! stay strong!”

    ...I...you know what, what am i doing? I'm completely overreacting. Getting help is…okay. Anxiety is nothing to be ashamed of. I don't know what i was thinking. Heh...I guess I still haven't beat my demons huh?





Could a day get better?

“Hmm what do I still need to do today?”

“Ughh, why can’t I think? Hmmmmm.”

“Ohh that’s right, I still need to go food shopping, and I still have to drop that sweater off at Jack’s house, hmmmm homework, laundry, cleaning my room, blaah blaah.”

“Ughh I’m so tired? Why do I always have so much to do,? I just want a break.” (Sigh)

“I'm writing a letter to you (laugh), even though I know you're never going to receive it but I'm just going to update you on the things that have been happening so far In my life. I wish you were here it would've been different, not (hesitates)-hard, I miss you so much you can’t imagine..and-and sophomore year now, uhh it's crazy!”

“The days are flying by so fast. I still remember the day we were applying for middle schools you and I and now here, IN high school already.”

“It sucks, it really does!”

The amount of homework you get! It bothers me that I have such a big responsibility not only in school, but at home as well.

I feel like they think after school from 3:00 to whatever time I go to bed is all for homework,  it isn’t,  I need to take a nice long nap once I get back from school A BREAK and I wake up until really late and then there's all this homework I have to do ughhh

Life and school can be exhausting and being a teenager I know you never got to teenager but it sucks.

They think that I - (hesitate) Well teenagers are soooo bad but really it's not like that being a teenager is just stressful I don't understand what can we do that's so bad when all we want is to take a break it's not like we can go anywhere Where just stressed and want a nap and a break from everything and we have a bunch of homework so we can't do anything anyways

And on top of all of it they never trust you and blame your phone for everything like “I'm hungry” that's because of your phone then they just make you hate yourself for even talking in the first place and TO BE HONEST this is 100% accurate to all teenagers all they really want is a bowl of popcorn and watching Netflix and curled up on the couch with a blanket even when our friends texted us saying hey do you want to hang out “I'm really busy today” But we actually arnt were laying on our bed watching a movie. That's all we really want is a break and for everyone to stop thinking that teenaghers make stupid decsions and are reckless and cannot be trusted. That’s in the movies but in reality it's not true at all more and more reasons why i’m so stressed and don't even get me started on boy problems ughhhh so confusing but so far my day sucks just like every other day so i’m kind of used it and I… (Cut off)


Wooaaahhh! (Shake)

okaaayy…. (Confused/scared feeling)

“probably just a little bump, no big deal”

“I mean they're just a little scared because we weren’t expecting it, Right ?”

(Because everyone looks scared)

“Okayyyy…. Um, what just happened?”

“Why are the lights getting dimmer?” Ahhh (holding on)

Woooaaaaaaahhhh!

“What’s going on?”

“OH MY GOD, What’s happening?”

“What's going on I can’t see anything”

“OH MY, T-Tthe lights are off!”

AHAHHHHHHHH!!!

(people screaming)

“COULD THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE ?!”

(Hyperventilating)

“It stopped” (surprised happy)

“It stopped, it actually stopped”(everybody gets quiet)

(Banging)

They're going to save us they are

(low) they are

I guess a day could get a little better (smiles)

(small laugh)


https://www.soundtrap.com/playlink/2b0ae7ef-17b9-4c1a-81d9-eee164c1f1d3/

Ignorance

Make sure you call me when you get home. I don’t know why you didn’t let my mom drive you,Said my friend.

It’s cool, and I’ll call you as soon as my foot touches my front step. I promise.

Before I locked my phone, I saw the red low battery at the top of my screen. 20 percent. Why the hell didn’t I charge my phone when I had a chance to. Now it’s about to die, and I need to get home. I just need to walk past the Mcdonald's on Oregon Avenue to get the G bus. The only thing is, I don’t know where I am now. This is actually my first time on this side of South Philly. I never stay out this late. Especially in unknown neighbourhoods, I should know better than that. At least I had fun, I haven’t seen my friends in a long time. They do say, time goes faster when you’re having fun, right? 18 percent.The street signs blended into the darkness of the night. I couldn’t even read the letters. It took me minute or so to realize I was about 8 blocks down from where I needed to be. Great. If I had charged my phone I could use siri, but I need to preserve as much battery as I can. I need to think more, mom would kill me if she knew I let my phone die like this. Speaking of, let me tell her I am on my way home.

Hey mom, everything is all good. I am heading home now, ttyl.

I hope she replies before my phone dies.

Where are you? Said my mom, her text message lit up my phone. Almost as a beacon, for my journey ahead.

I'm heading toward 12th and Oregon to catch the bus now, I have to walk through a few neighborhoods.

She replied, Ok be careful. Please call when you get on the bus.

11 percent.

Oh wow, I walked four blocks already? This isn’t so bad. The streetlights on this side of the street are getting dimmer though, so I should probably cross over.

Hey you nigger! Get out of our neighborhood, before we have to force you out. Your kind isn’t welcomed around here.  

Who is he talking to? He isn’t talking to me right? Is there anyone else walking besides me? I turned a round, and saw a group of tall men on the corner of a pub. They’re probably drunk.

Yeah keep on, somebody watch her and make sure she doesn’t disappear into the night.

Are I would have never thought of hearing this outside of a Hollywood Movie!  I thought of saying something, but my body kept moving forward. He really just called me that. So much for times have changed, “We Are the World” bullcrap! You know what, why don’t I say something back? I’ll shut him down real quick. I tried to gather the words to say, but my mind blocked me from putting them together. My brain was like an intense game of scrabble. Why couldn’t I twist words off the tip of my tongue, and hurt this man’s pride like he did mine? The word kept repeating in my mind, like a broken record in a way taunting me.  WHY COULDN’T I SAY ANYTHING! I realized, I could never stoop down that low. To judge someone for something they cannot change, is not who I am. The difference between him and I is

Ignorance.

I’m not even gonna give this racist the time of day. The bus stop is right down the block. To avoid this, I’ll just hurry along before this escalates. I hear a commotion, are they following me? I’m already on my way, Leave me alone! There goes the bus, I need to run. Running seems like the only way to escape the harassment. I ran to the bus, swiped my pass and I smiled to my bus driver. I pulled out my phone to text my mom, 5 percent.

Mom, I’m on the bus. Man do I have a story to tell you.


Monologue-Ahmed Ahmed-"Mommy I'm up"

“What? What? I’m up mommy! I’m up”

“What do you mean get dressed?”

(Looks at the clock)

“Mom it’s 12 in the morning. Where the hell are we going? Why the hell are we going to my uncle’s house?”

“Ok give me 5 minutes”

(Gets in the car)

“Mom, I have school tomorrow...well, later.”

“Yes!”

“Mommy! Are you crying?”

“Oh okay. I thought you were crying.”

She was definitely crying, right? No. Mommy is always happy, mommy is always smiling. She’s never sad.

“Hey uncle Aziz!”

“I’m good how are you?”

“Where’s Massawa?”

“Oh okay. Is he going to school tomorrow?”

“Aww man.”

“Okay. I think I'm going to sleep now, I’m really tired. Goodnight!”

“Wait why are we going to Eritrea?”

“OK.”

“Why are they yelling?”

“Ok, Ok!”

“Bye daddy!”

“Mommy. Where are we going?”

“What do you mean we’re going to Eritrea?”

“Mommy, it’s january, I have school, not that I want to go, I’m just reminding you that the summer hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Okay! Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah I have everything.”

“Wait why are we going to Eritrea?”

“Ohhhh Okay.”

“I know a lot about our culture. I know about Jesus christ, I know how to speak Tigrinya, I know injera, I know everything.”

“Now we’re going to eat injera everyday in Eritrea!”

“Yeah, I really like injera.”

“Grandma makes the best injera!”

(silence)

“Is daddy coming with us?”

“Why not?”
“Is he sick?”

“Is he going to go with us on our other vacations”

“Will he come visit us?”

“When are we coming back?”

“Mommy, I have school though.”

“I have to take the PSSA, and in fourth grade, we take English, Math, Science, and writing, so I have to take them.”

“Mommy, I don’t want to go to school in Eritrea!”

“I don’t know how to speak Tigrinya that good.”

“Mommy, why can’t daddy go to Eritrea with us?”

“He can work in Eritrea too.”
“Why are you crying?”

“Yes you are!”

“Mommy, I’m so confused.”

“What is happening?”

“So why are you crying if we’re going to Eritrea? Don’t you like Eritrea? All of your family live there. You should be happy!”

“Ohh, tears of joy!”

“I was so confused!”

“Haha, ok I understand now.”

(gets on airplane)

“Mommy, can I sit on the big massage chair.”

“Aww man!”

“Can I sit next to the window?”

“Yes!”

“Ok. Can I watch a movie first.”

“Just one then I promise I’ll sleep.”

“Thank you mommy.”

(gets off airplane and gets his bag)

“Grandma!”

“I missed you so much!”

“Uncle Hagos! Aunt Hiyab!”

“I’m good.”

“Where are Nigisti and Michael?”

“Yeah I remember them. Nigisti, Michael, Massawa, Russam, and Saba are my favorite cousins!”

“I can’t wait to see them!”

(gets in the car and is on his way to the house.)

“Hi, how are you?”

“Hey what’s up?”

“How’s it going?”

“There are so many people here!”

“Haha.”

“Yeah, I was planning on sleeping in a little bit anyway, but since tomorrow is Saturday, can I play with Russam and the others?”

“Thanks mommy!”

“Ok goodnight!”

“Goodmorning mommy!”

“Mommy, where’s my toothbrush?”

“Ok thanks.”

“Good Morning Michael!”

“Let’s go get Nigisti, Russam, and Saba so we can play tag!”

“Ok I’ll go tell Russam!”

“Russam!”

“Oh I think I hear him in that room!”

(Listening to his mother, aunts, uncles, and grandparents taking in the room)

“No way!”

“Nah ah!”

“A divorce!”

“Wait does that mean I won’t ever see daddy again?”

“Is that why mommy was crying?”

“Is that why we came to Eritrea?”

“Does daddy not love me and mommy anymore?”

“Why a divorce?”

“Am I ever going to see my dad again?”


Ameer's Monologue- The Big Debut

Hey, thanks for welcoming me into the locker room. It's a great honor to have finally meet you, Mr. Orton. I’ve always dreamed of the day I would be standing face to face with one of all the time greats in this business.  This is just a whole lot to take in. I can’t believe it. I made it. I’ve finally made it. All of the deals are finalized. All of the paperwork is finished. I’m here now. Nothing is in my way anymore. I am a WWE Superstar. In about an hour’s time, my entire life will change. All of the hard work will have finally paid off. With all the blood, sweat, and tears that I’ve shed to get to this one moment, It's so surreal that my dream is actually coming true. I’m booked to win the battle royal tonight, and after the match, I’m supposed to cut a 3 minute promo about who I am and why the fans should care about me. I don’t know what I’m going to say. I need to think of something I’m very excited, but also very nervous at the same time. There’s no other way to describe this feeling. Don’t be nervous? I mean that’s kind of hard you know. It’s a confusing crowd out there. They cheer and boo for whoever they want whenever they want. Hell, I could walk out there and they could react to me like they’ve never even heard of me. That’d be a career killer for sure. Yeah...yeah. I guess you’re right. That won’t be the end of the world. That’s what happens when a lot of wrestlers debut anyway. I just want to make a good first impression. I want this to be memorable. It was announced that I will be debuting soon, but no one knows that it’s tonight. I just hope they know that I’m ready for a fight. Ha, that kind of rhymed. Maybe I should be a rapper for my gimmick. Wait. That’s exactly something this company would do. You know how it is for black wrestlers. They only get a handful of certain gimmicks. They’re either your stereotypical thug that dresses in street clothes when they wrestle for some reason. Either that or they’re your stereotypical happy black guy that claps and dances all the time like it’s Dancing with the Stars. Or they’re your stereotypical angry black guy that acts like the world owes them something. I don’t want my gimmick to be that of a racial stereotype. I don’t want to have shoot dice or sing gospel music to get over with the crowd.  I want my gimmick to be a representation of myself: an ambitious young black man that does whatever he puts his mind too. This has been my dream since I was 15 years old!  I will not become just another black wrestler in this business! No, no. I’ve worked too hard to get where I’m at today. I’ve worked TOO HARD to get to the point! I’ve wrestled all over the country. Hell, I’ve wrestled all over the world! Japan, Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, you name it! I have over 10 years of experience in this business. I had my first match when I was 19. My friends were studying to become doctors and lawyers when they were 19 while I was busting my ass to become a professional wrestler just like you. And yeah, that doesn’t make me any different from anyone else in this locker room. But my desire to be someone in this business sets apart from everyone else. As a kid, I was constantly bullied at school. That’s where I learned to defend myself. I started doing workouts everyday, just trying to get in shape. Taking boxing lessons to learn how to effectively defend myself. And when I came home after a long day of school, wrestling was there for me when my mom was out working late at night trying to provide a living for us. Deep down inside though, I just wanted to entertain people. That’s exactly what wrestling did for me. So, I don’t want to be another racial stereotype in this business. Yeah, this is “fake” and all but if I’m going to be up and down the road 300 days a year, I want this to be real for me! Oh my god, you’re right! I just cut the greatest promo of my life and no one even saw it! I should say that when I go out there. Thank you, Mr. Orton. I should probably get ready.

https://www.soundtrap.com/play/b-P3wAAkTPea6tZT4Dgj0Q/ameers-song-3/

Tech (me) project

Tech Slide Briannie Matos

I used glance media as you can see because when you look at this slide, right away you can see what it is about. I used pink and black because those 2 colors contrast with each other. Within the pictures I tried to make sure I stuck with my color palette. I wanted to keep it modern because I not a fan of really bright colors. The white around my picture kind of threw it off. My picture is mostly the only thing that isn't the color palette but it is some what similar. The camera adds design because for me the thing that stands out for me is the camera because it is in the center of the slide. I tried to make sure I didn't have a lot of empty space because it wouldn't look right. Something else noticeable on the slide is the sneakers. That was on purpose because I love sneakers! The volleyball basically sets the whole slide because it is very bright in the upper corner.

Tech slide/ script

Lando (tech)

On this slide you will notice It’s pictures with words underneath. But if you look closely you will notice there’s a color pattern with my words. For example the words LANDO, PHOTOGRAPHER, SUPPORTIVE are grey and ENGINEERING, and DEPRESSION are white. I had put these colors together because they went right with my background and made my pallet perfect. Now as you can notice my images are large and “bleed” off the edges of the end of each other and shows that they ain’t all the way solid. My pictures bleed because they have action to each of them and it wouldn’t fit all the way for example my Sneaker picture I took of my phone “bleeds because i only to show my shoe brand because I love Vans. My supportive team for autism the last picture to the right is bleeding because you can tell there’s more people because the girl face is almost cut off to fit. Finally the last thing I would like you to notice is that I have 5 words and 5 pictures because Each word goes with one picture. For example the Depression word goes with my grandpa because i wrote on my me magazine and stated that “my grandpa death had been a major problem for me because it caused me to go into a depression stage. Than I added the picture of the brand of my sneaker is for photographer because i take pictures that entertain me or i just want to because I was bored.

Media Fluency

Media Fluency

When you think about Netflix what do you think about? Mean girls or Jane the Virgin? When I think about Netflix I think about Pretty little liars and The 100. I think about all the great movies and Television shows they have. I think about The Vampire Diaries and Dexter. These are my favorite shows that interest me. I’ve recently discovered The 100, and it’s amazing! I can understand their struggles and their sacrifices. It’s amazing what people can do with their imagination.


I chose to make the background picture a road because usually an open road symbolizes that you can go anywhere and do anything. I feel that way about Netflix. Netflix has a variety of different shows and movies. It can take you anywhere from American Horror Story to How I Met Your Mother. If you’re in love with Vampires like I am, watch The vampire Diaries or The Originals. I personally like The Vampire Diaries more than The Originals, but it’s whatever you like.


“Unlimited Netflix shows for the unlimited Netflix watcher.” These words are very powerful. Obviously Netflix is the unlimited shows, and I’m the Unlimited Netflix watcher. I chose to write this in the order that it’s in because it just seems so cool like that. It seems like I’m a (as my dad says) pokemon master. Replace the pokemon part with Netflix, and I’m a Netflix master. This basically means that I’m a master in watching Netflix shows/movies. As I said in my Me Magazine, I’ll always be there for Netflix, and Netflix will always be there for me.


Amaris's Monologue - Josh

Why are you doing this to yourself? You’re my best friend and I’m not going to let you put all of your energy towards some boy. He pays no attention to you and you keep pouring your heart out to him.

Stop telling yourself this. He is clearly entertaining other girls. At the end of the day I’m always the one you come running to when Josh isn’t responding and doesn’t want to talk to you. That seems to be the only time you’ve been talking to me lately.

You keep saying that. No, you haven’t been busy, you’ve just taken all of your time and put it towards him. I just can’t understand why you’re doing this.

I know you have work and school, I have to do just as many things as you do but I always make sure I check up on you and see how you’re doing. Not once have you checked up on me Sofia. Every time we talk it has to be about him. It's never about me or how I am doing. Your life revolves around him.

No, I don’t have an issue with you coming to me for help. You can always come to me with whatever you need. I just don’t like that fact that it's never about you or what you need, I want to know how you’re doing and what has been going on in your life, not what he has been doing. You deserve better. He is clearly causing so many problems in your life.

You think I’m jealous of you? That is not what this is about. I have no need to be jealous of you obsessing over someone like him. I don’t even know why you would say something like that.

I am the one causing issues? Do you not realize what he is doing to you? You should be on my side right now but you’re deciding to choose a boy over our friendship. Do our 8 years of friendship not mean anything to you Sofia? Do I not mean anything to you? For the past 3 months he’s used you for his own convenience. He talks to you when you’re there, and when you’re not, he moves on to the next girl. You’re just too absent minded to realize it. You get distracted by anything he does and it makes you forget about everyone else around you.

This isn’t about jealousy or anything like that, this is about your health. I am not going to let you continue down this path. If you trusted me and valued my opinion as a “best friend” you would not be sitting here thinking I would approach you about this because of jealousy.

If you honestly think this low of me then I don’t know if we can make this friendship work anymore. Josh has changed you entirely and you’re not the same person I thought I’d known for 8 years.

I am trying to say that if you don’t value my opinion in this situation and you want to choose him over our friendship then so be it.

How are you going to make it up to me? There is no way to fix how I’ve been feeling these past 3 months without you. Something like this that has been happening for this long can’t be fixed over a trip to the mall or taking me to the movies. You can’t just throw money at a situation and make it better. You have no consideration for how I feel.

What do you mean why am I walking away? I’ve already said how I feel, and if you can’t change, then just don’t involve me in any of this. I hope he was worth it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4n9K_QLbGY0&t=56s

Raised by the streets

Its 1980. My names Jamal and I'm 16 year old black man. I'm busy as hell and 6’5 and I live in North Philly… pretty much the hood. I'm living in a world where it seems everyone is a G. Where everyone's a Thug and packing heat. Its pretty common to hear about gang warfare and gang violence and territorial disputes and a lot of times you'll hear shoot outs and drive bys and it's almost an every night thing to hear police sirens in the distance. I live life one day at a time and honestly life is rough. I need to put some money on the table so i'm out here slangin dope, my dad left me and my mom, my mom has resorted to drugs to deal with stress and to top of the cake i'm in a gang that I don't even know I want to be in. Now yeah, in my own ways and just my personality I have been called as a thug and been compared to one but i've never been in a gang. I've always just flown solo, just the lone wolf. But now I have been associated with people who are in one of the biggest gangs in town. They are my friends in school who brought me in but now that I actually see what they’re doing, see what life they’re living.I don't know if I want in anymore. There was not initiation that I had to do to get in and yeah if you're in a gang you have people who have your back and who are ride or die, But this might just be too much. But at the same time this is pretty much all I know. I was basically raised by the streets and the streets are what helped me put food on the table and keep money in my pockets. The one thing I could always count on was my music. But even my music gave me reasons to be a G or not to be. My favorite artist Like Eazy-E, Tupac, Big L, Big Pun, and Biggie Smalls  were all Gangsta rappers and Eazy- E was in a gang himself and they're all very successful so why shouldn't I be like them?  I've always been good with words, beats and rhymes. Maybe I can have the same outcome as them. Not only their success but their music and lyrics speak to me. They give reasons to want to live the thug life but I have to remember that throughout a lot of their music the express emotions on the life they live like in a lot of Tupac's music he expresses the struggles that the black race and  young black males have to deal with like in his songs Changes, Me Against The world, and Ambitionz az a Ridah or in Biggie’s song “Juicy” Music is pretty much where I go to think and it helps my mind find answers but this time i dont think its working. The only thing I could think of was to just stop all this completely and start trying to be a rapper but I have no idea if i'd even get that chance to be big. I also have to worry about my reputation out here. Reputation can mean everything out  here in the streets. But there's a part of me who likes the liv i'm living but I liked the life as a lone wolf the best. Make me feel like I can relate to Tupac's song “Me against the world”. If i'm in a gang that just ups my chances of getting poped out here by rival gangs flamin gats because of something some other people in my gang did. I can't have that happen. I just hope for whatever i decide I make the decision fast before it's too late and im not around to make that choice anymore.


TRAPPED // Carolina Ortiz

(The pace of this monologue is a bit fast on purpose because the character has these nerve wracking thoughts going through her head)


Ok, just take deep breaths.


(Inhales and exhales deeply, while sitting in front of a mirror)


Everything is fine.

It’s ok.

Just.

Breath.


(She looks at her reflection intently, before she begins to talk to herself again)


Omg I just need to calm down.

Look at yourself, you're such a strong, beautiful girl, calm down, focus on your breathing.  

Everything will be fine.


(Worried exhale)


Ugh, maybe I just keep telling myself that in vein.

(She runs her hand through her hair in frustration)

(Have air quotes for the phrases that have quotation marks)


There is honestly no way things are going to get better. I’m just going to have to go through this pain on my own, but that’s what I get for being too scared of letting other people know about my stupid struggles. Too scared of letting people in just to find that they don’t actually care or that they don’t think that anxiety is an actual thing because “Everyone gets stressed” or “Everyone gets nervous at one point or another”, but just because they can’t see the constant racing thoughts that go on in my head doesn’t mean that I’m not having a mental war everytime I try to convince myself that I don’t have to worry about what people think about me and that I don’t have to lose weight or change my face to please the standards that are set for girls.


(she says the next line like she is trying to convince someone that it's true, so kind of with a desperate tone of voice)


But I’m not really alone….

I guess.

I mean Nick seems to be really understanding of the situation and has even tried to help me as much as possible. Oh gosh, but what if he’s just trying to get me to tell my parents about what’s going on because he no longer wants to have to deal with me constantly going to him and crying about my problems that really have nothing to do with him. Or maybe he’s even regretting asking me to be his girlfriend because of this.


(short pause so that she can cover her face with her hands in frustration)


Yeah I bet that’s what’s going on. I mean he’s probably right, the only way to make things better is going to be by telling my parents.

Well they’re actually home for once.

So maybe now is a good time to talk to them.


(She stares out into space for a bit and starts talking with sadness in her voice)


But, they look so happy.

How can I possibly just break the news to them that their only child gets constant anxiety attacks and self harms?


(air quotes on sleep)


That the only reason I go to sleep early is so that I can be alone in my room to let physical pain overtake the mental one and that the times that I’ve been close to making a fatal decision are more than I can count on my fingers.

How can I possibly explain to them that the reason I would avoid family brunch was because I wanted to go without eating each weekend because 115 pounds just doesn’t seem to be a low enough weight?  


(her voice starts to really get nervous and scared)


No, oh gosh no, and what if they make me see some sort of therapist who will just assume they can help me because they have some sort of degree.

Or worse.

What if they think I need to go to some mental health institution.

No that can’t happen.

I’ll be fine, I can make it on my own.

I can’t do it, I can’t tell them about this.

I just can’t


https://www.wevideo.com/view/791108247

Media Fluency

Google Slide

As you can see, this slide is about photography. Well how do you know this? Rhetorical question for you, I’ll answer it myself. I set up this slide to be glance media. What is glance media you ask? Glance media is a type of media that you can look at or pass by quickly and instantly know what it’s about. A billboard, for example, should be glance media; companies want you to be able to know exactly what they’re talking about or selling as you pass it by.


Well now that you know why it’s simple, you may be thinking, “Okay I know it has to be simple. But why does it have to be so big? [Gestures to slide, specifically the word “Photography”] It’s not an actual billboard.” Good question! It only needs one point because the slide is just an aid in speaking. If it only needs one point, why not make sure that point gets across thoroughly? Big font and little points are remembered.


“Why do you have that empty, blurry space on the edge, Sara?” [Gestures] some would ask. The reason for that is known as the Rule of Thirds. Imagine looking through the viewfinder on a camera. Have you ever noticed that there are faint lines going through the image? [Draws lines] The viewfinder breaks up what you see into thirds going horizontally and vertically. The Rule of Thirds makes things aesthetically pleasing. Think about if you had a picture of a flower or a person [Drawing] in the center of the photo. It’d be incredibly boring! I have this set up like this specifically to appease the Rule of Thirds.


As you can probably tell by now, there’s a lot of color in this slide. Did you know that color is the first things we see when we look at a picture? You probably already did, at least subconsciously. In this slide I used some subtle contrast. Contrast is when the subject colors are drastically different from the background colors. In this slide, the bright pinks, oranges, yellows, and whites in the subject [Gestures to flower and colors] are way different than that of the dark green hues in the background. [Gestures to the background colors]

Can, Can't and Will - Genero Accooe

Hey mom I’m home. Yeah my day was good. Okay let’s see what I have to do for tonight…What did you ask?... Sorry mom I can’t, I have a ton of homework. “Phew”. Feels nice to sit down after a few hours worth of walking, god I love my bed.

Man I can’t believe they’d assign me 3 projects, due all on the same day!?!? I mean c’mon man what the hell am I supposed to do all by myself. English is already hard enough having to write essays. I mean I have like… The worst writers block in the world. (Exaggerate)And I have to read on top of that, (chuckles) Nooo thank you. Jesus crisps cookies… why is this math so hard I can’t even look at it- (phone buzzes) Oooh shit, that new update for clash is up! No! I don’t have time to play it, ughhhh. This is exactly why I don’t like homework. What ever, I can’t afford to bomb these projects, not when grades are almost in. This is exactly why I don’t like homework.

(Phone buzzes again) Well... it’s only 7:50 so I should be able to get this done before the morning. No! Stay focussed!(Phone buzzes) Ohh but Idubbbz came out with a new vid- AND FRANK?!?!?!  Hell yeah boi aww! I gotta watch this real quick(Starts to type fast for two seconds) Hahaha. (Uncontrollable laughter, puts hand over mouth) (Maybe six seconds later, video ends) (Sigh)Ahh god that was too funny man…(raises wrist to look at his watch) Ok, ok it’s 8:30. I still got some time left to finish but god my eyes are starting to hurt just looking at the work. (Yawn!) Man, and now  I’m way too tired to do this. Fifteen minutes couldn’t hurt. (Yawn)… (Yawn) Jesus, 11:39? What the hell, I can’t believe I overslept, I KNEW this was going to happen if I took a nap (silent for a few seconds). I guess I gotta use my last resort.

(Starts typing fast) Dear - Mr. Dadadadada, with the mountains of assignments I’ve been given over the past week I have no other choice but to ask you for an extension. I know that I can’t get all of my homework and projects done before tomorrow. (Typing stops for about a second or so, Rich lets out a “hmmm”) If I can receive an extension that would be wonderful. (Mutters under breath)”hit Send”. (click) There, one teacher down three more to go. Alright (Breathes out).

Dear Ms.So’n’so…(typing stops briefly then starts back up) My apologies for not writing sooner but I wanted to know if I could receive an extension on the project that is due. I know that I have some fault in in this.( Quick pause) But you must understand, I’ve been given a ton of extra work that I know that I can’t finish in time on top of your assignment. I know that this could help my grade and myself personally if given the extension. I hope you have a wond-(Stop). (Firm tone) No. No, no, No! (Just a little quieter) Delete all of it.

(Fast typing) Dear Mr.Dadadadada and Ms.So’n’so. I’m sorry for not starting the project earlier but I have a problem… I’m not asking for an extension but to take it back. I never really needed it in the first place. I was too busy forcing myself into thinking that I couldn’t do the work when in reality, I just didn’t want to. I know that almost everyone gets writers block, or finds some of their work to be challenging but I can’t use that to justify my choices. I can see that receiving an extension would only damage my grade and my image towards you, the teachers. I can’t use all of these excuses to justify my actions, that would make me incompetent and hurt my grade and my education. I just want you to know that I will be trying my hardest form now on, no more waiting and no more excuses. Sincerely, Richard Bee. (Drawn out)And, send.(click)


https://www.soundtrap.com/playlink/9199a578-6a4d-40d2-924e-6450fd8e1480/



Suits Don't Come With Respect

What do you mean am I in the wrong store? I’m here to buy a suit. This is Brooks Brothers. That is the name on your sign, is it not?
Now, I was hoping to find a Fitzgerald Fit Golden Fleece® Suit for a meeting in the up and coming week. If you don’t have it, I’ll just browse your selection. That’s great. Can I try it on? Ok...that’s understandable, I’ll look around, and see what I like.
Hey...wait...my eyes must be playing tricks on me because you just let him try on the suit that I asked to try on. Were you afraid the color of my skin is going to taint the clothing? Don’t tell me to calm down! Where’s the manager!? I’m scaring the customers? If you would have just let me try on the suit that I asked for, I wouldn’t be yelling now, would I?
Yes, I’m aware that the suit costs $2,100 and I’m fully capable of paying for it. Oh-oh, now you’re quiet. As soon as you see that a black man can pay for an expensive suit, you want to act like there were no previous discriminatory implications behind what you said earlier?
Now, you want me to try on the suit? Well, you know what? I don’t want the suit anymore and I will no longer be frequenting this establishment. I’ve had to prove myself to too many people throughout my life: prove to my mother I wouldn’t become a crack head on the streets, prove to my school that I was intelligent, prove to my graduating class that I was worthy of receiving valedictorian without “cheating”, prove to the law firm I work at...I’m tired of it. I’ll just let people believe whatever the hell they want because I know who I am and that I definitely don’t need to prove myself to you.
Would it make you sleep better at night if you knew that I was a stereotypical black thug or that I’m a successful African American man trying to better society? As soon as we start moving up or as you call it “stealing your jobs”, you want to shove us back down to the bottom of the totem pole. A black man invented the equipment to dye the soles of those expensive shoes you're wearing, a black man invented dry cleaning, which you could use right now with that wrinkly suit that looks like it came from Overstock.com, and if it weren’t for a black man inventing the traffic signal you could have been in an accident this morning.
So please, ask me again if I’m in the wrong store because this time I’ll say ‘Yes, I am.’ By the way, Tom Ford is on 845 Madison Ave, right?

A Strict Parent Makes A Sneaky Child

Okay, so it’s 4 p.m. on a school day. I should be going home, I know. But, my best friends Sophia, Emma, and Ava just invited me out!

“It’s just a little white lie,” Sophia said. “Come on, tell your mom that you have a club or something to go to. Just hang out with us for one hour, it’s not like we’re gonna do drugs or anything Mia.”

I wish I could go! With different programs and work to go to, I get home late, even on the weekends. Therefore, there’s not much time that I’m at home and I don’t get much time to hang out with my friends either because of our schedules always clashing.

For some reason, they think that I wanna distance myself from them, or that I’m too busy for them. But that’s not true! In reality, it’s just because I have a strict mom so I can’t really go out as often as I would like to. I don’t blame her, I mean, I’m her youngest child so she’s probably afraid of letting the little bird go. Plus, it’s tough now since it’s the middle of Fall, and daylight savings are kicking in, because everything is getting darker.

I’m basically in a pickle. Nothing I would do could satisfy everyone in the situation. An option could be lying to my mom and hanging out, or not being able to do something outside of school with my friends. It’s like having an angel and a devil on my shoulders. At that very moment, the devil is more persuasive.

So, what am I gonna do?

Oh no, my mom just texted me!

“Honey, where are you?” she questioned.

What do I do now? Casually say, hey mom, nothing, I actually lied to you and am hanging out with my friends. I can’t say that because we all know how that sounds.

I tossed my phone over to Ava and told her to respond for me. She told me that I wasn’t going to like what she was gonna say.

I was a bit concerned honestly. Like, what could she say? Oh, she said she would’ve been honest with my mom and simply say that I’m hanging out with her.

Well, in that case, NOPE. I quickly took the phone back because doing that would be equivalent to me asking my mom to be punished. Instead, I just told her that there were a lot of things to discuss at the club meeting today.

I know, lying is bad, and trust me, did I feel horrible. Even though they’re called little white lies, it doesn’t make them okay, but somehow, I just kept allowing them escape my mouth.  

Well, since I already decided to do this, I should just give it my all and not have regrets while hanging out. If I want to feel regretful, that would be something to save for my midnight wonders.

We all decided to go to Chinatown and it was honestly so fun. We explored little shops even though we bought nothing, ate some noodles from Terakawa Ramen, and even got some ice cream because the cold doesn’t bother us. Okay, that’s a lie, it was freezing, but we still ate ice cream! Suddenly, I looked at my phone and boom, it was 5:30 already.

This day was the most I’ve laughed this week, taking the stress from home and school off of my shoulders, temporarily at least. It’s time for me to start heading home, so my friends walked to me the bus stop.

As soon as we got there, I heard a riiiiing riiiiing riiiiing and without even looking at the caller ID, I could already tell that it was my mom summoning me.

“Mia, where are you? Tell your teachers that you can’t stay too long!”

My mind was saying "Uhhh, my teachers wouldn’t keep me this long", but what actually came out of my mouth was,”Oh, hi mom, I’m at the bus stop now. I’ll be home soon!”

Emma smiled at me and shook her head. I said to her, “Oh, the things I do for you guys, but I love you guys anyways.”

Later, I arrived home to a very worried mom. She was just relieved that I made it home alive. You know what, I think the devil’s done his deeds today and the angel wants her part. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I told my mom to pinky promise to not be mad about what I was going to say next.

She hesitantly stuck out her pinky and as soon our pinkies collided, I blurted out the truth. I could definitely tell she wasn’t happy, but she couldn’t be mad after seeing how happy I was afterwards. She wasn’t as upset as I thought she would be, I guess she understood where I was coming from.

Next time, if I do something like this again, I might use the same tactic which is the don’t be mad pinky swear. I gotta say, a strict parent makes a sneaky child.




First offense

*Story starts with are main character in a car talking to his friends*


I'm ready yall do we really have to do this, you keep saying we do and i know Momma still doesn't  have enough for the little ones but no one's starving. Don't y'all know that little B got sick, we need this money. No one knows what he got but it's serious and we ain't got healthcare so it's gonna cost us.


(Pause)

Whatever yo let's just get this over with. Im acting white? What the hell do you mean by that. I'm down to do this because this is necessary, this is for little B it's just i ain't trying to catch my first offense like Pie did.


(Long pause)

Why we even tryin to hit up a KFC they won't have that much cash anyway. Really man we doing this for the chicken, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. If I go to jail over some stupid ass chicken i’ll be really pissed. Remember what happened to Tank when he went to jail? That fool came out gay and remember what happened to Ricky? When he tried to rob that gas station a gang pulled up on him and shot him straight in the back. Dead instantly. I ain't trying to have that happen to me i'm just trying to deal with little B. What you mean that's a myth i ain't stupid, RJ back there was the one who told me…..whatever. But seriously chicken? Can't we at least rob like a liquor store or something, at least make it a Popeyes they are better  down here in Louisiana than a KFC, it's in their commercial. By the way what's the plan again man i always forget this stuff..


So you're saying that we just gonna roll up point are choppas at the clerk and roll out through the back alleyway? If you remember that's how Tank got caught. How the hell we even gonna escape if the ride is parked in the front. You haven't thought of that? Man I just wanna get this done, how bout we let RJ drive and park the car around back and then we go in and grab the chicken then we get the hell out. How is that a stupid idea? it's better than go in leave the car and run.


(Long pause)

We’ve arrived it's time to get The job done and put food on the table. And can we make sure we do this the right way, if I go to jail my family will really be in trouble. The only reason i'm doin this is because yall know I got laid off. I ain't out here to do anything gang related I'm just trying to make money for little B and quit it with calling me white.


(Semi long pause)

You know what? I don't need this. I got a job before I can get one now. Yall act like you need to do this but ya dont. This type of life ain't fun and it ain't for making money. I had to drop 300 for this damn gun when I could've spent it helpin B get better. It's time for me to go yall to slow for this crime game, peace.


McDoubled (Hours)

          Give me a second please, it’s been a hard morning.
          Hmmm. Well, I guess I’ll have the McBurger with extra pickles. Uhh, yeah I want cheese. Extra large fries, and a super sized diet Mountain Dew. That’s all, thanks. *Slight pause* Do you have change for a 50? Thanks so much. Ahh, this will do. 10 minutes? I’ll be right back then, I need to use the bathroom. No, you did not need to know that.

*Washing hands motion*

*Sigh*,

About 50 minutes left. I guess I can just stay for an extra 10 minutes, after all he’s made me stay overtime a lot recently. You could say that I deserve it then. I missed a part of my daughter’s graduation because of it too. And my wife’s anniversary. Yeah, I don’t think he’s ever treated me fairly at all. Thinking back on it, my wife’s being a struggle too. I need to say something to her. And I also need to say something to my boss. It’s time to stop acting like a pushover. I can’t keep letting him treat me like this.

*Walks out of bathroom and into seat.”

I will tell him. I will give him a piece of my mind. I will do it. Eventually. But what about my job? Should I just talk to H.R. about it? Well, Mr. Bossman is her boss too… No, I will do it, and even if I get fired, I’ll get my creepy uncle to hook me up with a pharmaceutical job. In the case he doesn’t fire me, I guess he won’t see me as a bitch anymore. *3 second pause*

Order number 79? Hey, that’s me.

*Walk over to stand and collects consumables.*

This feels a bit lighter than I expected. Huh. No pickles? No cheese? NO PICKLES?! NO CHEESE?! Where is the manager? I want to speak to your manager. Where’s my drink? Don’t tell me you forgot my drink! How am I supposed to eat this pizza without my drink?! This service is sickening! I am sick and tired. I am sick and tired of being treated like trash, like I’m some shitty burger found in the back of a McDonald’s, no offense. I demand to speak to the manager. You are the manager? Then manage things! I waited a whole twenty minutes for my food, and you only bring ⅓ of it. That ⅓ wasn’t even complete? Is everybody deaf, can they hear me? Do I have to scream? REEEEEEE!  You know what? I don’t need this right now. I deserve better. I deserve a refund at least. Yeah, I want a refund, at this instance! Yeah, you take those bills out. I’ll be taking that.

*Walks out of store*

Now it’s time to go talk to Mr. Bossmanson.

*Walks signifying leaving establishment*
Ummm.. Mr. Bossdudeguy, I-I-I think we need to have a little t-talk. No I don’t want to do more overtime. It’s about the way you’ve been treating me. *Pause* As in matter of fact, I do have something to say about it. I want a raise. I want a change of hours. I need a little respect. That was all I ever wanted. No, that was all I ever needed. I want all of that or I quit! *Pause* Yes, I have the statistics for the quarterly revenue stream. It is on your desk, I finished it a few days ago. *Pause* What’s that? I’m fired? *Distressed voice*

Chill, it’s just a prank bro, I was only kidding. I was quitting from the beginning. Yeah, that’s it! Catch you on the flip side!

Streetlights

Make sure you call me when you get home. I don’t know why you didn’t let my mom drive you, Said my friend.

It’s cool, and I’ll call you as soon as my foot touches my front step. I promise.

Before I locked my phone, I saw the red low battery at the top of my screen. 20 percent. Why the hell didn’t I charge my phone when I had a chance to. Now it’s about to die, and I need to get home. I just need to walk past the Mcdonald's on Oregon Avenue to get the G bus. The only thing is, I don’t know where I am now. This is actually my first time on this side of South Philly. I never stay out this late. Especially in unknown neighbourhoods, I should know better than that. At least I had fun, I haven’t seen my friends in a long time. They do say, time goes faster when you’re having fun, right? 18 percent.The street signs blended into the darkness of the night. I couldn’t even read the letters. It took me minute or so to realize I was about 8 blocks down from where I needed to be. Great. If I had charged my phone I could use siri, but I need to preserve as much battery as I can. I need to think more, mom would kill me if she knew I let my phone die like this. Speaking of, let me tell her I am on my way home.

Hey mom, everything is all good. I am heading home now, ttyl.

I hope she replies before my phone dies.

Where are you? Said my mom, her text message lit up my phone. Almost as a beacon, for my journey ahead.

I'm heading toward 12th and Oregon to catch the bus now, I have to walk through a few neighborhoods.

She replied, Ok be careful. Please call when you get on the bus.

11 percent.

Oh wow, I walked four blocks already? This isn’t so bad. The streetlights on this side of the street are getting dimmer though, so I should probably cross over.

Hey you nigger! Get out of our neighborhood, before we have to force you out. Your kind isn’t welcomed around here.  

Who is he talking to? He isn’t talking to me right? Is there anyone else walking besides me? I turned a round, and saw a group of tall men on the corner of a pub. They’re probably drunk.

Yeah keep on, somebody watch her and make sure she doesn’t disappear into the night.

Are you serious? I would have never thought of hearing this outside of a Hollywood Movie! I thought of saying something, but my body kept moving forward. He really just called me that. So much for times have changed, “We Are the World” bullcrap! You know what, why don’t I say something back? I’ll shut him down real quick. I tried to gather the words to say, but my mind blocked me from putting them together. My brain was like an intense game of scrabble. Why couldn’t I twist words off the tip of my tongue, and hurt this man’s pride like he did mine? The word kept repeating in my mind, like a broken record in a way taunting me.  WHY COULDN’T I SAY ANYTHING! I realized, I could never stoop down that low. To judge someone for something they cannot change, is not who I am. The difference between him and I is

Ignorance.

I’m not even gonna give this racist the time of day. The bus stop is right down the block. To avoid this, I’ll just hurry along before this escalates. I hear a commotion, are they following me? I’m already on my way, Leave me alone! There goes the bus, I need to run. Running seems like the only way to escape the harassment. I ran to the bus, swiped my pass and I smiled to my bus driver. I pulled out my phone to text my mom, 5 percent.

Mom, I’m on the bus. Man do I have a story to tell you.


English Monologue-Master of Self Doubt

Ok, today is the day, I’m gonna talk to her, I'm not gonna wimp out of it anymore. I want to meet her and get to know her so bad, I just haven’t had the courage to talk to her yet. She’s just so… perfect, there’s no other way to describe it. I mean you guys understand right, that one special girl that you just lay your eyes on and you are already on cloud 9. That’s who Anna is to me, that dream girl. I always see her and have classes with her, and I’ve always wanted to say “Hi,” at the very least but I could never build up the courage. Well, that all changes today! In about 3 minutes lunch is gonna start and she should be walking out of her History class. That’s when I make my move and just go up to her. No.. no I can’t… no there’s no point, she probably won’t like me or wanna talk to me anyways, I mean I’m a boring person and I’m sure as hell not funny. The only reason she would laugh is probably out of awkwardness. GOD WHY AM I LIKE THIS. Why do I have to be so self-conscious and put myself down so much… oh, wait I do know why it’s because my standards are too high. I don’t have a chance with her…. *bell rings and door to history opens, Anna is one of the first people to walk out*

*Whispers- Oh no there she is, it’s now or never.” Hey, Anna, what’s up? Oh, you’re going to lunch, nice, nice sounds like fun. What me? Oh, I’m just chilling you know, I’m probably gonna go get some lunch in a little bit but for now, I’m good. Yea it was nice talking to you too, we can definitely grab some lunch together sometime. *Waving towards the distance as if she was walking away* That was easier than I thought… or was it. No that was a good little conversation… oh, who am I kidding she probably thought I was a weirdo. I probably made that so awkward…. UGHHHHH GOD WHY AM I SO CRINGEY?! Why can’t I be like any other guy and be able to talk to a girl in the snap of a finger, no hesitation, no nothing?! WHYY!? Why do I have to be so weird? I just want to be able to talk to her, nothing more, and I can’t even do that. Mannnn… how can I expect to one day maybe get her to like me enough to give me a chance and go out with me if I can’t even talk to her? I should just give up right now and accept that I’m going to just be alone forever. *Looks over and sees Anna coming back towards him smiling* Hey Anna *nervously* Wait.. you want to go grab lunch right now? Yea sure that sounds nice, let’s go, I just need to grab something from my locker really quick. Yea I'll meet you downstairs. *Waves at Anna again* Did you guys see that!? I talked to her, this is amazing. I’m gonna finally get a chance to hang out with her. I mean seriously this is awesome, I’m going to go eat lunch with...Anna...by ourselves… that’s almost like a date. OMG! NO WAY! I’M GOING TO GET LUNCH WITH ANNA! WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!? *Begins to walk away from the camera/ audience* Oh right, gotta get my coat, almost forgot about that with all this excitement in me, haha.

Voice Reading: https://soundcloud.com/marcinc-413191176/voice0060

A Day in the Life of Esther


Hi, the name’s Esther. Here’s some stuff about me. I’m age 68, and I live in my own house, alone. It’s just me and my dog, Feefers. All my kids moved out, so now I’m an empty n-ESTHER! Ha, get it? Like an empty nester, right? I’ve been perfecting that joke for 15 years... We live an elegant life, Feefers and I do. Today’s just like any other day. Me and Feefers are enjoying a breakfast meal: I’ve got my oatmeal, Feefers has her dog-meal. Everything is always very calm at breakfa-- OH FEEFERS, OH NO, FEEFERS, WHATSA MATTER, GIRL?

Is there someone at the door?

Oh goodness, well he’s in the wrong spot. I wasn’t expecting any very large, intimidating visitors.

(opens door) Hi sir, I think you might have the wrong hou-MMPPHHHH

(sound of a person falling to the ground)
W-w-where am I? Where’s Feefers? Where’s my breakfast oatmeal?

Oh, there’s a familiar face, it’s the large intimidating man from earlier. Where the heck am I?

Prison? What’d I do?

No, I haven’t heard of any “Giovanni”. My grandson named his fish “Giovanni”, if that’s what you’re talkin’ bout.

Owe money? To this “Giovanni”? I’d never give anyone money! Who do you think I am?
You’re testing my patience here, pal. So listen, I’m gonna count to ten, and if I’m not home in front of my morning oatmeal, I’ll slap you silly! I may look frail, but I pack a mean punch!
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9…

9 and a haaaalllllffffff…

9 and 3 quarters…

Listen, bucko. You don’t know who you’re messin’ with here. I’m about to say 10, and when I do, you better be moving.

….and 10!

Well kiddo, you asked for it. Take this!

Ow! Okay, you’ve got abs, I won’t deny it.

Whaddayamean, “give me the money back and it’ll all be good”? I didn’t give noone no money to begin with! (to herself) the darn youth these days, with their extortion and their silly games.. I just wanted my morning oatmeal.

Hey, what’s goin’ on? What’s that earpiece?

My name? Esther! I’m surprised you didn’t ask before! (to herself) goodness gracious, these kids are rude! Oy gevalt!

My house? I’m on 7001.

You were looking for 7002? Oy vey! I can’t believe the kids today!

Well, I’m going home. Have a nice day, and good luck with your Mafioso-ing!

Pink

Dear Mr. President,


[should all be read quickly and eagerly, like a small child, sad parts slow down like a little kid too]

My name is Lexi, and I am 6 and 3 quarters. My birthday is February 15th and that’s one day after Valentine’s Day which is the day of love. My teacher asked me to write about something I love. But I love a lot of stuff. I love pizza and swimming, but I hate pink. Pink is for babies and I’m a big girl now. Never wear pink, Mr. President, because I won’t like it. My mommy likes pink though, especially when the sun rises and the clouds turn into cotton candy in the sky. I love my mommy. I also love my daddy. They love me too. They love me soooooo much that they’d do anything for me. They tell me that every day just so I’ll remember. I think that’s silly though because I’m smart, so I’ll remember it anyway. My teacher wants me to write about how much we love you, Mr. President. I think I can do that.

My mommy really loves you. She said that she voted for you a whole 2 years before I was born. Two years is pretty long if you ask me. She said that the White House was in serious danger because some really bad men were trying to live in it, and we needed a hero to come protect us. She said that you were different from all the other Mr. Presidents that came before you, and that you were the one who could save the day! You were the one who could change the world and keep our country happy and safe forever! When you won, my mommy cried big happy tears. In 2012, I went behind the blue blanket to help push the button with your name on it to make you win again. When you won, my mommy told me our country was still safe from the bad guys. The big tears happened all over. This year was really different. We didn’t get to push your name.

Why did you take your name away, Mr. President? My teacher told me it’s because you have to give someone else a turn, but you’re doing a great job keeping out the baddies, so it’s fine with me if you just stay. This year, Mommy wasn’t so happy to watch TV with me anymore. She would turn it off sometimes when this one man came on the screen. He had tiny little eyes and almost-gone hair like Daddy’s that was always rushing away from his face. Kind of like it was blowing in the wind but all the time. When he talked, his mouth got really small like he was biting a lemon, and he would move his hands around like he was my music teacher. The weirdest thing about him though was his orange skin. It was almost as orange as my friend Crissy’s hair, except by his eyes. Sometimes this man was hunched over behind a tall table, talking to a blonde haired woman that made Mommy smile. Other times, he was just talking to the screen. He was always yelling at Mommy through the box. He always looked angry. He always said mean things. I asked my teacher about the big orange man one day, and she told me that he was trying to get your job, Mr. President! Can you believe that? When my teacher told me that, I got really upset and I threw my notebook. She got stern with me, but I told her that you can’t just take someone’s job like that, especially not a hero’s! She still told my mom. Luckily my mommy agreed with me, so she didn’t get too angry. Mommy says the orange man has none of the experience that you need to be a good president for our country, and that he is mean to all of the people who don’t look and think like him. She said he would break our country. That sounds bad. Daddy doesn’t hate him like Mommy does. He says the orange man will make more jobs, and he needs one. He says he will run the country like a business, and make us all rich! I want to be rich too!...But Mommy says he’s a bully. Sometimes we watch the TV all together. Sometimes it’s not fun. Mommy gets upset and Daddy tells her she’s being stupid because of course the orange man can’t actually do anything that bad to the Mexicans, but Mommy says it doesn’t matter, it’s the fact that he says it at all, and I just sit there. Mr. President?

Last night, Mommy made Daddy and leave our house for the night. When I asked Mommy why he left, she said it was because the nice old woman didn’t get picked to take your job. She said the mean orange man did, and Daddy helped him. She told him that he was just as bad as the orange man himself. My dad threw something at the wall. I could hear it from my bed. I heard the door slam too. My mom crawled into my bed last night. This time she wasn’t crying big happy tears. These were blue. They were the ones that leave a big line on your face because they don’t stop for a while. Like when a boy takes your toy while the other kids are watching, but when you tell on him, they all shake their heads. And the teacher gives the boy the toy. And the kids walk away with him, laughing. And you know you’re all alone. Those kind of tears. When I woke up next to my mommy this morning, the sky outside was gray and still. The birds weren’t singing. Cars barely honked. The world was stiff and tired. Mommy didn’t smile today.

Mr. President, I know you aren’t going to have your job for much longer, but if you can do one last thing for us, can you please make the birds sing and the sky pink again? I think that will make Mommy smile.


Love,

Lexi