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Monologue

“How I Identify Myself”

I am like no other,
I’m different from my sister, and different from my brother.
I am a special human being,
I look and know what I am seeing.
My family is important to me,
Anyone hurting them will learn and see.
I work to do my best,
Until I know it’s time to rest.
I listen to what everyone has to say,
And I respond in the most respectful way.
I enjoy going on long walks,
Listen to my mind that talks.
In my free time I love to have fun,
From the start of day till its done.
I always enjoy a really good joke,
Laughing as I enjoy my bottle of Coke.
I can never forget about my favorite thing to do,
Baseball in my heart is stuck like glue.
I have a strong passion for the game,
Never did I think it was lame.
I live and die for the Mets,
With my hope, I’m willing to take any bets.
My friends are special to me,
Around them I feel much more free.
My second family is who they are,
We support each other near or far.
I do my best to help my peers,
Discuss the good, and talk about the fears.
Mohamad Osman is my name,
My picture is worth being put in any frame.

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Jordan’s monologue (May ’10)

I am organized neat freak funny guy the worry wort the over analytical dramatic the one of a kind Jordan, a reader a writer an English minor a hard worker an ambitious and focused student

I like how I think how my mind connects and pieces things together and the way i put my thoughts on paper I like how I can be both introvert and extrovert at the same time

Me I am who I have always been myself

Budding young POET

Don’t get hung up on it, just soldier on with it.

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Dis B Teh Monologue

i am the creator, the motivational mind, the maker
channeling thoughts through my mouth, the speaker
or the hands, the writer
pumping through my veins, my flow, the ether
looking out of my hazel eyes, my sights, the teacher
reminder, dont forget to record my rhymes on paper
my blood, the ink, inscribed in it are my feelings, what i think
prescribed, medication, the pill filled with dedication
and inspiration, to feed the mind bits of imagination
chips and pieces to piece together the pieces of a puzzle
to write a piece to smooth out the creases
of the emotional scars, that make up who we are
iron out with my tongue, the wrinkles and spit out the bad taste of life
my heart, behind a cage of 24 bars
one for every obstruction
that comes between me and the nirvana of my own construction.

yeah, hiphop is my lady.

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My Monologue :]

My name is Tharmika Sinnathurai. I was born and raised in Flushing, Queens. I live with my cousin, my older brother who also attends Baruch College and my parents. I like to play tennis and basketball. My friends usually call me a tomboy because of how competitive I am at sports. I am also Hindu and I am a highly active volunteer at my local temple. I went to Townsend Harris High School in Flushing, Queens. High school was definitely the best four years of my life, especially senior year. Also, occasions such as Senior Prom and Graduation made senior year epic. I believe high school made my become more independent and broadened my learning capacities. I had so many memories from senior year because I spent hours every day hanging out with my best friends. I have also been dancing, mostly Bollywood style, ever since I was six years old. My parents introduced me to it and ever since it has been my favorite hobby to do. Since my best friends were also interested in dancing we started our own group. First, it started off as us dancing at birthday parties and family events, but then we started getting calls to perform at competitions and city-wide events. I also love spicy Sri Lankan or South Indian food. My dad owns a Sri-Lankan restaurant in Queens and it is like my home meals. I think of myself as an open-minded, caring, social and independent person.

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The Way I Are

What comes to mind when you think of incomplete work, unfinished business or a half-baked plan? If a picture is worth a thousand words, then identifying myself in a mere five-hundred would make me feel inferior to a still image. As a living being, I’ve accumulated almost nineteen years of experiences, memories and if I really had to describe myself, I would say that I am “whatever you say I am” (Eminem). In each division of people I surround myself with I act a certain way, therefore the only accurate description of who I am can be obtained by asking each group about me, then composing a list together. Since self-portrayal is obviously not impartial, there’s no way I can give an accurate representation of myself. However, I will say that I love to stray away from “the norm” and all stereotypes. For instance, I refuse to answer this first question in the list-like manner of what I like to do and my goals for the future. So to actually answer this question, I think I’m a teenager whose only motive at the time being is to enjoy life as much as possible.

After watching the entire seven part American Pie series, I have developed a severe delusion as to what college life is like. To my dismay, there are no naked girls running around and house parties happening every weekend. This is my first concern; the social life at Baruch is seemingly non-existent. It has been almost a month since I started attending this college and I haven’t made a single friend, just acquaintances. There is an odd atmosphere that envelops the school and deteriorates most of my social ability. Maybe I’ll find out what it is by the end of the semester. I’m starting to believe this school is slowly restructuring my internal workings to be an introvert not out of free will, but due an inability to be understood.

The workload in school is not what I’m used to either. Back in high school I never attended class, but I came in for the important tests and aced them all. Apparently things work differently in college. The attendance rules are so much stricter and waking up and staying awake is so much more difficult than it seems. If the hours of the day were represented by a pie then school, work and sleep left me with hardly any time to do what I want. Plus the tuition costs increase my workload since I have to balance work with school.

Baruch is no different than high school for me. The escalators in Stuyvesant High School never worked, neither do the ones here. The elevators take forever and everyone goes home right after school. College turned out to not be the big change in my life that I’ve been looking for and my personality will probably take a turn for the worst. However, I’m still hoping for something or someone to come along and strip me of my negativity.