Monologue
Another free-write… This time I’m supposed to write about my most embarrassing situation. There’s no way I’m going to do that. I’ll just write random words to make it look like I’m doing the assignment. “Bubbles. Clown. Cards. Slippers. Pineapple. Cinnamon”. Okay, this is getting kind of boring now. Wow, everyone else is still writing. They look so focused. I wonder what they’re writing about. Their stories are probably so different. I mean, they must be since each person in here is so different from one another. I never actually noticed it before: The people here come from so many different backgrounds, ethnicities, cultures, and religions. It’s SO different from all of the other schools I’ve attended where we all had the same religion. My last school was actually an all-girls school. Yeah, I guess I had a pretty limited upbringing. This is so refreshing though. A variety of people. Finally. Now that I’m thinking about it, this is probably one of the reasons that I like Baruch. It’s kind of awesome that I have friends that come from like five different nationalities. Imagine if the whole world could be like this classroom. Imagine if people could just embrace their differences, no matter how big or drastic they are, and get along with one another or, at the very least, sit next to each other and not fight or argue. That would be pretty amazing. Everyone living in peace. If it’s possible in this school it must be possible in the rest of the world. Oh, time’s up. I’ll just jot down a few more words to fill up the paper. “peace, happy, friends, diversity, Baruch.” There. That should be enough.
