Monologue on To Kill A Mockingbird
Monologue:
Good Morning friends, today I will be giving a eulogy to share about my experiences with Mrs Dubose.
I had never liked Mrs Dubose. In fact, I hated her ways and the insults she threw at Atticus. Every time we walked passed her porch, Scout and I would be raked by her wrathful gaze and subjected to her ruthless interrogation. I tried to ignore her harsh comments but she kept pushing my buttons. Atticus said that it is my job not to let her make me mad as she was feeling unwell so even though Atticus does not condemn the insults Mrs Dubose gives, he tries to understand it.
I wanted to learn from Atticus; I wanted to ignore her unpleasant remarks; I really wanted to show her that I could be a gentleman. However, she went too far when she insulted Atticus and therefore, out of impulse and anger, I snatched Scout’s baton and cut the tops off every camellia bush Mrs Dubose owned. It felt great to have an outlet for my anger, cutting each camellia bush away was like diminishing the fire in my heart one by one, slowly, yet surely. However, once all the camellia bushes were gone, fear and guilt engulfed me.
As I had expected, Atticus found out and demanded that I go back and apologise to Mrs Dubose. I went back, cleaned up the mess that I had made and offered to work on the camellia bush every Saturday till they grow back, in an effort to offer compensation. However, she asked that I go to her house every afternoon after school and Saturdays to read to her for a month. Isn’t reading to her for an entire month too harsh of a punishment for my crime? She is just too unreasonable!
The first session of reading to Mrs Dubose was truly a terrible experience. We had to endure her verbal abuses and peculiar fits, which occurred at the end of the session. We soon realised that each session turned out to be longer than the one before. Before I knew it, my punishment had ended. I was finally free! I was no longer trapped in her house for hours a day and I finally
Good Morning friends, today I will be giving a eulogy to share about my experiences with Mrs Dubose.
I had never liked Mrs Dubose. In fact, I hated her ways and the insults she threw at Atticus. Every time we walked passed her porch, Scout and I would be raked by her wrathful gaze and subjected to her ruthless interrogation. I tried to ignore her harsh comments but she kept pushing my buttons. Atticus said that it is my job not to let her make me mad as she was feeling unwell so even though Atticus does not condemn the insults Mrs Dubose gives, he tries to understand it.
I wanted to learn from Atticus; I wanted to ignore her unpleasant remarks; I really wanted to show her that I could be a gentleman. However, she went too far when she insulted Atticus and therefore, out of impulse and anger, I snatched Scout’s baton and cut the tops off every camellia bush Mrs Dubose owned. It felt great to have an outlet for my anger, cutting each camellia bush away was like diminishing the fire in my heart one by one, slowly, yet surely. However, once all the camellia bushes were gone, fear and guilt engulfed me.
As I had expected, Atticus found out and demanded that I go back and apologise to Mrs Dubose. I went back, cleaned up the mess that I had made and offered to work on the camellia bush every Saturday till they grow back, in an effort to offer compensation. However, she asked that I go to her house every afternoon after school and Saturdays to read to her for a month. Isn’t reading to her for an entire month too harsh of a punishment for my crime? She is just too unreasonable!
The first session of reading to Mrs Dubose was truly a terrible experience. We had to endure her verbal abuses and peculiar fits, which occurred at the end of the session. We soon realised that each session turned out to be longer than the one before. Before I knew it, my punishment had ended. I was finally free! I was no longer trapped in her house for hours a day and I finally