Monologue
College college college. It’s a lot different. I have to work on my time management. The semester is still young, so I still have time. I kind of miss high school, well I just mean my old routine. I spent so much less time at school than I did now, and I was used to the my environment. I’ve grown up, more ready for college and responsibility, but not all the way there. I miss my summer, where it was more care-free and I didn’t have to do homework. I miss those slow days, where I could do as much as I wanted or as little as I wanted. But now I’m in college, doing my best to do well in classes, trying figure things out. When people ask me where I go to school, I don’t even think of my high school first anymore, but Baruch. Or I could say what my cousin said, I go to UCLA. University on the Corner of Lexington Avenue. It’s not that funny, but at least it gets all of those funny stares when people ask you where you are going to college.
Post-monologue I feel the same for the most part, I’m glad my LC liked my monologue. That was my fear going into reciting the monologue, people might think that it was terrible. I don’t see myself differently, I felt the monologue was a representation of me and I still feel like me.
I’m really a big kid at heart