Life isn't fair, it isn't kind, nor just. In my opinion, many people don't get what they deserve and many people don't deserve what they get. Like me, I don't deserve to be rotting in Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit but here I am. Wasting away, never to have a happy thought again. I'm only twenty and been here since I was 18, I had only been out of school 3 months before I was thrown in here. Sometimes I wish I had died, it's better than living here. I had no trial, no nothing they just assumed I did it and threw me in here to die. I may not notice everything, but I know something is going on. Almost every day some Aurors march past my cell and are taking someone with them. Then 2 days later they come back and return the person and they take someone else and the pattern continues. I have noticed that judging by their steps they go to the far back and are working their way towards the door. My cell is right in front of the door so, whatever they're doing I will be the last to know. Almost everyone comes back except Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy were never brought back. They weren't here long anyway. Today …show more content…
I would of rather died then hurt them, like they would have done for me. They were more of a family then my own. The only thing that has kept me sane in Azkaban was knowing that I didn't do. They were all I had, and everyday without them is tearing me apart!" I exclaim. I grip my chest trying to sooth my aching heart. "It hurts..." I trail off in a whimper. " It's hard to breath, every breath's a big effort and my body feels like its made of led. It's like someone is squeezing my heart! It's agonizing it's hurts more than any spell and half of the time I wish I was dead. I feel hopeless and like I'm never going to be OK. If I feel all this because they're dead why would I do this to myself? Why would I slowly kill myself?" I finish asking a rhetorical question, tears still streaming down my
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Toha, your mum is concerned about you not playing with your peers. I noticed you initially enjoyed playing by yourself when you first started at Jump Start, but now your sense of belonging has grown you are starting to play more and more with others. Recently I have noticed you are playing regularly with Riley, Lexi, and Jocab, who also enjoy engaging in dramatic play.
In the poem “The Double Play”, the author uses metaphors, words, and phrases to suggest turning a double play in baseball is like a dance. Some words throughout the poem could be used to connect the idea of a double play being like dancing. One word that could suggest this is, the word used “poised”, “Its flight to the running poised second baseman” (12). Poised in this sense could mean that the player knows what he is doing and has mastered the double play, while a dancer can be poised meaning light and graceful. Another word in this poem that relate to a double play and dancing is the term “pirouettes”, “Pirouettes / leaping, above the slide, to throw” (13-14). The player is described to be doing a pirouette in the double play while in the
I’m Freda Josephine Baker born to Carrie McDonald and Eddie Carson on June 3rd, 1906, in St. Louis, Missouri, but most of you may know me as Josephine Baker. At the age of 12 I dropped out of school to become an entertainer, yes yes, I remember it like it was yesterday, I was young and ready to become a star. I grew up cleaning houses and babysitting for white families, and they always reminded me “be sure not to kiss the baby”. When I was 13, I got a waitressing job at the Chauffeur’s Club, which was where I met my first husband, our marriage was very brief; I had never hesitated to leave anyone, never depended on any man for anything, that’s for sure.
"It's alright Austin we were just talking about Open Mic Night" the club president, Anne assured me.
After the biguns meet up to talk about piggy,“[They] had grown up tacitly among the biguns the opinion that Piggy was an outsider, not only by accent, which did not matter, but by fat, and ass-mar, and specs, and a certain disinclination for manual labor”(p 65). The use of diction in the quote exhibits that the children think they are adults, in the use of a complex word disinclination . But the way in which they it say that they had “grown up” an opinion shows the progression of the children growing up by connecting it to their ideas. The way in which judge Piggy based on physical features could be seen as prejudice. But the act of the boys deciding that Piggy is an “outsider” becomes an act of savageness. In the way that the boys are thinking for survival and their natural being, thinking that Piggy would not be in a good position to survive or help the rest of the boys survive.
Often times when we think about the dramatic monologue the thing that might come to mind are monologues that are often seen in Shakespeare’s work whether that be Hamlet’s monologue To Be or Not to Be. Or the dramatic monologue that is echoed in Romeo and Juliet when Juliet cries out, Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? The dramatic monologue is defined as a type of poem where the speaker is talking directly to a person or addressing another person. Normally in these types of works the speaker speaks alone which is known as a one-way conversation. The setting is typically dramatic, in the sense that they have a theatrical feel to them, but also its intended to be read to an audience.
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
There were some very bleak points that year where it seemed like nothing was ever going to get better, and even if I knew it was, it just didn’t seem worth it to stick around and find out. So many nights that year were spent draining my tear ducts, and there came a point in time when I couldn’t bear it anymore, all I wanted to do was put myself out of the misery that I had honestly probably culminated for myself. I remember feeling selfish and ungrateful for wanting to take my own life because of what it would do to my loving parents and sister. They have always supported me, and were never part of the problems I was having, they knew nothing about what I was going through, and they aren't aware of any of this now. I intend to keep it that way. I have perfected the art of sobbing uncontrollably in silence so no one could hear. If I needed an excuse as to why my eyes were red and puffy, I would eat some Flaming Hot Cheetos, and say it was because of that (I love spicy foods, but I can't eat them without all of my sinuses clearing). I didn’t want to burden them with any of what I was feeling because I knew they would think it was their fault. It
As I stand here is Stanley's arms and hear my sister inside, I have so many thoughts that run through my head. I wish Stanley had not told Mitch about what he found out about Blanche's past. I saw how they were getting along, the adoring star's in Mitch's eyes everytime he looked at Blanche, and the contradicting peace and excitment that came over Blanche everytime she waited for Mitch to come and see her. If given time they would have had a chance. A chance at love and happyness. Not the kind of love that hits you like a freight train, like me and Stanley. But more of the gentle love that flows and mingles until it connects two people to the point that they are inseperatable. Everyone has something in their past that they are not proud of and try to hide. Though I am reluctant to beleive the stories that Stanley tells about my sister, I must admit that there could be some truth in what he says, even with his great dislike for my sister, he would not hurt me deliberetly in this way with mistruths.
Understanding Life Through Drama Contrary to the widely held belief that the art of drama excels in distortion, speaks through exaggeration, and revels in the unreal, one can determine that when well executed, drama can masterfully reflect the human condition in its truest and most condensed form. Through the thoughtful use of language, drama reflects human emotions, mirrors relationships, and presents new ways to pose questions concerning the human condition. In many cases, drama can even be used as a tool to help people better interpret the world and the nature of the universe, and ultimately determine one 's role in it. One of the most impressive qualities that drama possesses is the ability to so expertly reflect human emotion.
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I’ve spent awhile trying to figure out where I’m going and the only thing I’ve realize is it doesn’t matter, it’s how I get there. I’ve been strolling the area and scraping for food. It’s not easy. My surrounding does not feel the same. I try to overcome boundaries but I always think something’s holding me back. Maybe it’s me or the fact that outside is like the walking dead. I feel like a living corpse, I’ve been around them so long! I think I’m paranoid. I wish that all my problems would vanish, but all my effects seem to be futile. I am wasting energy thinking I’m okay. I feel like I’m suffering ng from the lack of food. I can’t maintain my sanity. The little time gain from escaping those zombies has offset the anger which I have been holding
My third draft, first one was depressing, second mean, now I literally have a therapist so I don't have to tell you all of my issues. Which is weird I did. What would Angie say?... "Ben why are you emailing him?!"..."so he doesn't think I am addicted to him?"... That I actually love him and want to collide, not just hide behind him. I trace it back to my weird life! I'm sorry, I am far from PERFECTTTT, but struggle builds character. Why sabb could blow over if a cat farted on his block, spoon fed. Something conditioned you a bit, perhaps being a server... noooo..... working on a farm growing up...?...probably.
In writing Hamlet, William Shakespeare plumbed the depths of the mind of the protagonist, Prince Hamlet, to such an extent that this play can rightfully be considered a psychological drama.