Crooks monologue: Jus because I’m a nigger [examines luger shell from Carlson’s gun] they’d probably shoot me like Candy’s dog if it was as much fun as the scourge they put me through‚ [walks to window and leans against the frame] just because I’m a busted up ol’ nigger‚ [scowls and bites his bottom lip] no-one wants to talk with me or anything. [Glares up into the stars and becomes furious] S’pose I weren’t‚ s’pose I was just like the rest of em‚ and that new fella‚ that big stupid bastard‚ s’pose
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Content Review Week Four Ernestine Brodie Walden University Consider the following quotes from "Raising and Educating Healthy Boys: A Report on the Growing Crisis is Boys’ Education" (pp. 2–3): "We need to start addressing issues of gender socialization of boys and girls at the preschool level. At stake is the full potential of each individual child’s cognitive‚ social‚ and emotional development." "Ideas about how boys and girls are ’supposed to be’ are planted early. The messages
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Instructor’s Toolkit for Julia Morales’ Monologue Julia’s introductory monologue can be used in a variety of ways. Here are a few to consider: large class discussion small group discussion during class or clinical reflective journaling assignment web-based assignment: listen to the audio or read the script‚ then discuss and summarize the group’s conclusions. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. What are Julia’s strengths? What are your concerns for this patient? What is the cause of your concern? What information
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Monologue- an Athenian Man Fed up of the dark‚ tossing sea I was keen to lay down our spoils at the foot of Apollo in dedication‚ already planning the arrangements of invitations‚ wine and Hetari for the feast I would give out in celebration of my homecoming. Wearied by the hills of Cerata‚ wetted with blood- a righteous token of the brute treachery of our Megarian allies‚ our trireme Aianteia‚ was pulled with steady shoulders‚ the eretai crying “rhup-pa-pai” as‚ skirting the moles‚ we made for
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Holocaust Monologue: Memoir of Eva Buchbinder (from Torn Threads by Anne Isaacs) My name is Eva Buchbinder. I have many family members that live with me in the fenced in ghetto of Bedzin‚ Poland; my father‚ Papa‚ my sister‚ Rachel‚ my aunt‚ Rivka‚ Uncle Nathaniel‚ and my cousin‚ David. Papa‚ Rachel‚ and I used to live in the proper part of town in Bedzin‚ but once Hitler came to power he made many laws that condemned us because we were Jewish. In the winter of 1942 we were forced to move
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Mary Rita Lambert was born on June 8th‚ 1934 in St. Louis‚ Missouri. She grew up in the city area with her four other siblings in a strict‚ Catholic household. She had three sisters and one brother. She was the middle child of the family‚ despite being close in age with her other two‚ younger sisters born two years apart from each other. My grandmother‚ Phyllis was born in 1936 and her youngest sister‚ Connie was born in 1938. Her older sister‚ Frances was born in 1925 and her older brother‚ Jackson
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Educating the Consumer about Advertising: Some Issues. ERIC Digest. Advertising can be defined as communication which promotes the purchase of products and services‚ and advertisements are pervasive in the American culture. Ads are sandwiched between programs on television‚ interspersed with popular songs on the radio‚ and scattered among news features in the daily paper. While advertisements may distract from a TV program or a newspaper’s other messages‚ might they also serve a more positive purpose
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protection ended you need to leave the village within two days‚ no food will be provided to you by the village‚ only two gold coins. If you wish to have more gold you can exchange it with life stones. Did you understood everything?". Quite a long monologue to
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saluting enthusiastically to their red-robed leaders under the yellow star; the boat crammed with coughing throats and calloused hands; blood washed away by the rains. She talked about things I had only ever heard about from the kind of tragic monologues that hot-shot actors won Oscars for and only shed real tears for at the podium. But unlike the performers’ melodramatic shouts of magniloquent misdirected emotion and the onion tears I associated with this kind of language‚ she seemed perfectly
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I have for poetry. At the part when I became to talk about the feelings I have after midnight and while I was sleep seemed to have brought them in closer to the poem. Even though they didn’t quite understand all of the word choices. After reading Rita Dove “Sonnet in Primary Colors” I choose to use an wicked voice. I thought of a fairy step mother when using this voice. Simply because of the picture
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