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| A few monologs I wrote for my drama class. Feel free to preform them for any theatre related reason. Monologue The School Mascot by:Amanda hour 4 Most people would think being that goof who dresses up as the school mascot would be fun. Most schools have mascots like Tigers, Vikings, Bears, Knights, Lions, ect. I wanted to get involved with that thing that they so strangly titled: school spirit. I tried out, since last years mascot had moved to another school, in Vienna. I was a freshman, and like one I was determined to get the part. I tried and the coach was saying " Are you sure, don't you know…" I know all the details I told him. I figured it was because I was a girl that he was so hesitant. How was I to know my school's mascot was a giant sewer rat? After all I hadn't been to any pep assemblies yet. I get beat-up on a daily basis: First, cause I am the regect mascot, Second, because I'm also president of the chess club, and third because I'm fifteen and still wear a training bra. If I was head chearleader I would receive respect from my peers, even though sometimes some of the most pepy cheerleaders have an I.Q. of fifty-seven. My friends were supposed to keep my identity as the despised mascot a secret, but instead they told the whole school. I guess the reason I haven't qiut yet is because of the intimate relationship I hold with the guys varsity football team. After the homecoming game the fullback and the quarterback both gave me a present, a barrel of blue gatorade over my head. One time the opposing school tried to kidnap me, while in costume, as a practical joke. The police finnaly found me, locked in an extra large dog carrier on the side of the highway. I guess I really should spend more energy on the chess club. I win more matches than the two other members. By day I'm your typical nerd, but by night I'm a gaint Sewer rat. Next year I'm moving to Vienna, for the same reason last year's mascot did, a chance to change my identity. A word of advice to any freshmen of next year, school spirit is actually something you'll find in creepy ghost stories. Listen to me, or you may find your self, parading around as a giant sewer rat. Why I Hate, being Six Years Old By: Amanda Adults always go through these things called Mid-life crisis. Grown-ups do nothing but complain about being grown-ups and how their lives are so complicated. Lots of old people say things like, " How good it would be to be a kid again…" and " I've gotten in touch with my inner child.." Me and my best friend Stu have summarized our dilema as a " Early life crisis". Do not laugh at me, Early life crisis are going to be the next discovery. First off, I'm six years old and yet all my relatives believe I'm a huge Barney fanactic; for Kindergarteners Barney is way uncool. While we're on the subject of kid's shows, let me just state that Power Rangers are not as popular as grown-ups think they are. For school this year my dad got me a pink lunch box; Adults seem too think All little girls love that color, personally it makes me gag. After I protested getting a barbie for my fifth birthday my parents gave me a G.I. Joe, listen I'm into Legos, not frilly dolls, not war crazy action figures. Next thing I'd like to share, cooties. It's hard to feel secure as a child when the cootie spread is worse than ever. My mom swears cooties are made-up things hypo-c-cc- con-dria-I forget the word, that the hypo people made up. Yesterday Billy kissed Susie, two hours later Susie came down with a near fatal case of the chicken pox. Trust me as a kid, cooties exist and remain as a deadly threat in elementry schools. I could go on forever why being a kid is so tuff, but I think we've touched two of the most important issues today, lame adult ignorance and hazardous cooties. Ever since me and Stu started telling our classmates about the "Early Life Crisis" everyone calls me the doctor. If you need me I'll be revising some files of my friends, with purple and red crayon, in my room. Ba-Bye! Hope you enjoyed the monologs, I'll add more later. P.S. It is ok if you preform these monologs, but they are copyrighted so please don't plagerise. |
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