Andrew Crowe Monologue

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

Getting to know Sydney made me realize a lot more about life. Going into college I felt agitated because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life, and maybe moving here was a mistake, but Sydney reassured me. Although tomorrow is a mystery, we need to have faith that it’ll bring us exactly what we need. Her story of having a youth full of uncertainty and now having a life of complete sense has given me hope that I will be okay, and to just enjoy today and it’s opportunities.

Daniella Owusuwaah Ashley Dunn THE 191: Section K 28, April 2015 Avenue Q: Sesame Street Meets South Park Avenue Q is a laugh-out-loud, fast moving musical that is an adult version of Sesame Street that address racism, pornography, homophobia, and the parable of finding one’s purpose in life through satirical songs. On Friday, April 17, I saw Miami’s production of Avenue Q directed by Ms. Saffron Henke at the Gates-Abegglen Theatre. This unique show uses puppets as a shield to explore issues that are often hard and sensitive to talk about; it’s easy to talk about racism when it’s through a puppet. I believe that the goal of Miami’s production of Avenue Q was to present and educated to the community and the students about issues such as

One of the biggest dog busts of the century was in 2007. The man in charge’s name was Michael Vick, a quarterback football player in the NFL. Under the name “Bad Newz Kennels”, dogs were beaten, murdered, and gambled on. The dogs found alive were some of the most damaged possible. Missing parts of their jaws, lost eyesight, or non existent limbs, one would wonder why they kept going, striving for acceptance from their owner. These dogs, to the public seemed dangerous, after all they had killed their entire lives. However, Best Friends Animal Sanctuary was willing to take up the task of these gorgeous animals, ultimately saving their lives. The sanctuary took in 22 dogs, 10 of them, now adopted and living in homes of their own.Through rehabilitation the dogs were taught how to trust, interact and most importantly what love truly is with different trainers daily. Even the dogs who can not be adopted out are by any means not dangerous. Meryl, had been one of the dogs found who was deemed dangerous by the state, meaning she could not be adopted out to a home. Nonetheless, when walking into her kennel, dangerous is the last word you would use to describe her. One of her trainers remarks, "She really doesn't mind new people…. She's very happy and loving. I feel totally comfortable with her. I can grab and kiss her." As she embraces Meryl, "I am building a relationship, ...She needed to see that when

NOTE: If Orion is the successful applicant for this award, I would be honoured to attend in my Dress Uniform to represent the McKendry Family and Orion through hour mutual

Hello everyone! I'm Andrew String and I am running for the position of Treasurer for SURE Club. The position of treasurer is for those individuals that are very organized individual and can keep track of the income and output of money! I am definitely the right person for the job! Last year, at the Halloween Breakfast I was one of three individuals that helped sell tickets to the incoming families and students. In total, after double checking my math and counting the money twice, we did all did an awesome job and fundraised around double of what was fundraised in previous years! In addition to keeping meticulous records, I am taking Humanitarian Studies. Having constant contact with not only Mrs. Satterfield,

It all started the day I died. I think I should formally introduce myself, My name was Craig Crow and I lived in Alabama on a corn farm with my wife and two beautiful twin sons. We lived in a house with 3 bedrooms and a very small crawl space in the attic. The barn was old with bright red paint and big white sliding doors, we owned 2 horses, one for me and one for my son. The only way for us to get into town was a small green beaten up pickup truck that had been passed down for generations. The house had been passed down just like the truck had been and my whole family is buried here, including my wife and I.

Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots.

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

I responded to 3914 Bruce Street Apt#B-106 and met with Marillu Portillo0-Zelaya in person. I advised her that Mirna is not in school. Marillu told me she intends to send her daughter to a Military School in West Virginia. Mirna passed the physical and is waiting for her to be accepted. A short while after I received a call from Office Hill reporting that he ran into Mirna and would have her standing by at student services.

“Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here’s wh-” “We’ve been stuck on this island for how long?! And you’re still singing those stupid songs?” There she goes again, always yelling at me for singing my songs. That’s Kaylin. I know she means well, in her defense we have been stuck here for 288 days and not being able to listen to new music can really make a girl upset. Anyways, i stick my tongue out at her and we laugh. “Why are you guys just sitting there? We’ve got drinks to carry!” There goes emily again, She’s always the one telling us what to do. In a loving way of course, i mean we probably wouldn’t have survived this long without her keeping us calm, cool, and collected. Me and Kaylin go to help Emily carry the coconuts

His deep wrinkles carved a map of his life. His galaxy-blue eyes were jaded. His skin was time ravaged. He was my grandfather. I watched from the balcony, his trying to pick up his home key from the ground.

Ralph never should have been made chief. He does not let anyone have fun. All he does is boss us around. Thank god I left his tribe. Now I have my hunters who obey my every command. Now I have the respect I deserve. I am built to be a chief. I am strong, confident, assertive, and I don’t let feelings get in the way. And Ralph thinks he can come to my side of the island? No way. I am in charge here and he needs to leave. How dare he call me a thief in front of my hunters? Who cares if Piggy needs his specs. That fatty does nothing all day so there is no use for his glasses. That so called “chief” can’t even fight well. Ralph deserves a good beating for constantly going up against me. He thinks he is better than me just because of that stupid

“You like being insulted and dominated, you dumb bitch!” I yell. “You are the kind of guy that would let me slit his throat without a damn fight...” I smile. “Actually, maybe I SHOULD slit your throat and eat that fucker alive right in front of your eyes so for once in your goddamn life, you'd know what it's like to feel as powerless as I do every damn day since the incident!” I throw the baseball bat against the wall, frightening two or three unkillable spiders out of their fissure.

K.C’s death changed my viewing of the real world around me. K.C. is a Basset Hound who lives with the greatest human being of all time, Debbie. I occasionally walk across the street to pay Debbie and K.C. a visit. I also sometimes dog sat while Debbie ran errands. Debbie trusted me to take care of K.C. while she was away or for me to check on the other pet sitters. I knew every one of K.C’s medical needs, where her beds were, and even when something was bothering her.