Richard’s Monologue

The summer of 2011 was pretty boring for me, so when I started my senior year in September I was really glad. It was a new year where I was hopefully going to take some classes I like, my friends are there and my skin had cleared a significant amount of acne off my face. Things were looking up as they usually do for me at the beginning of the year. My grades showed I was in a good mood since they were all above 75’s. But as always I begin to lose my excitement for the year and fall into a slump. In this particular year, I felt that my slump was deeper than usual. I stopped doing my work because I didn’t feel like it and it began piling up. Usually when this happens I try to get my act together, but I just didn’t care. With college applications and research papers due, I couldn’t afford falling behind, yet I did. I had barely managed to submit my applications on time and missed most of my deadlines on the papers I had in English class. It became so severe that I was in danger of graduating high school. When my school’s guidance counselor contacted my mom, my mom wasn’t happy. In the email, the counselor wrote that I was in danger of graduating an that she and other teachers thought I might have been depressed. In a way this made sense because the way I was losing my acne was by taking these pills that were prescribed to me. They’re kind of a last resort for doctors because they can cause many side effects. My mom completely ignored the “depressed” part because she doesn’t believe that I can have depression and began insulting me. I don’t like when my mom insults me, but I respect the way she insults me because I go on Youtube and the insults I see on the comment section aren’t usually as elaborate as hers. The worst thing she said to me that night was “You’re still 17. If your not going to study and go to school, you tell me now cause I’ll sign you up to the army. There is no way I’m going to be responsible for letting a parasite like you into society.” With my brother, who is about 6 years older than me, still trying to finish community college, my parents put more pressure on me because it’s like they’ve given up on him and if you’re not going to go to school you might as well join the army. After that day I was given about a week to finish most of the papers I had been assigned during the year. Eventually I did on my papers, graduated and here I am. Writing this monologue in college.