dramatic monologue

if John rode a horse this is who he'd be

Oh my fair Lenina!

Why must fate be so cruel

and cast us to opposite ends?

Why must you be the little 

strumpet that you are, you little whore?

One must walk the path of

righteousness  in order to fully

see the complexities of love. Oh hy

must love be so cruel? I feel passion

rising inside of my starting at my loins

and ending and the tipps of my ears. Every

part of me aches for you, all I want is

but a peck upon those succulent lips...

No! I must be strong, for you are a strumpet and not worthy. 

Alas! Why must I be so confused.

This Brave New world confound me to the point

of madness. Everywhere I turn all I see is bigotry

idolatry, promiscuousness, and idiocracy. Strumpets!

All the women here are strumpets I say and the men

no better. I have jumped from one kind

of hell to another. no one accepts me.

At the reservation, I stood, touched by God, alone.

Here, in this Brave New World,

I stand, touched by my birth, alone.

I have no one, now that Linda is in her 

self-induced "holiday". Pshht, what idiocracy is

this. This is not right! These pills, I ought to teach them of their addiction 

and cure them of their plague...

Oh so alone am I!

bernard is much to busy with his strumpets to

truly care of how I feel. how horrible

Bernard, I smite thee from those i feel as 

friends for no longer do you treat me as one.

"Sobs" Oh Lenina. If only I could let

you into my world, but you could never understand

my pain. You want me only for my body, I see

the lust within your eyes, you strumpet! My heart aches

for your love, my body aches for yours.

What shall I do?! Oh God I'm so alone...

could I just end it? Never, I must persevere,

But God it's so hard.

I'm so alone.

Common App Essay

Passion drives and motivates you to achieve more, aiding and shaping who you are as a person. I discovered my passion for tennis at a young age, but at the time I did not know the effect it would have for years. At the age of three, my father decided he would begin to educate me about the game of tennis. With a basket of balls and grinning determination, he took me out to the courts, setting me off on a life-long journey that demanded hard work in order to obtain perfection. This continued on for a number of years until my father determined I was old enough to take lessons from a tennis pro, but unfortunately I never really took to the game, and I would just fool around at practice. At thirteen, my coach asked me how committed I was to tennis. This posed a bit of a dilemma, for I really did enjoy the sport, but I had yet to really put all my heart into it, into anything really. I had quit Boy Scouts, swimming, and piano, and I was tired of quitting things I had started. Tennis, I decided, was the sport for me. No more would I throw in the towel when the tough kept on coming; no more would I just quit when things were not easy; I would not give up on tennis. Thus the transformation of a recreational player who had come to the courts at whim became a serve-smashing, forehand-bashing, grinding, grueling player. This is the player that I am today.

            I ran endlessly to put my body in top form and to decrease the necessary time to recover in between points. I performed crunches, Russian-Twists, and leg raises until my abdominal muscles were aflame to strengthen my body. I sweat pools and pools all in the effort to hone myself into the player that I needed to become; the desire for excellence became a necessity. The more I poured myself into the sport, the more I improved, and the more matches I won.

            Today tennis defines who I am; I do little else aside from my schoolwork. After I get home from school, I immediately head over to the tennis courts for hours at a time, working on perfecting my technique, gaining more and more experience, and fueling my drive to become the best tennis player I can be. After this, I go home and rest up before walking to the gym for weight and cardio training, specifically designed to enhance my tennis playing abilities. All of this pays off; I can see the results. I can watch my serves transform from small punches into the box into blistering rockets. My forehand, once a small looping ball, becomes a powerful driving force, vital to my arsenal of shots.

            The passion and drive I have for tennis comes into other aspects of my life. I am equally passionate about learning. I am taking the most difficult schedule I can possibly take my senior year. I am taking AP Spanish because I long to become bilingual. I have friends who are bilingual, and I hear them speaking to their parents in other tongues. I feel a pang of jealousy. I want that. AP Spanish ensures that I am properly setting myself on the course to fluency. I have a perfectionist mentality about my math tests; I loathe letting go of my paper without going over everything twice. And I have a passion for excellence, not only in myself, but also in everything around me. I want to help those around me flourish in the way that I have, so I tutor after school in an effort to do so. Between my passion for excellence in what I do and my work ethic towards what I love, I feel that the only limitation I have for success is how much of myself I am willing to put in. And I put in as much as I possibly can, only stopping when it is clear I am becoming dangerously close to being consumed by what I love. I am willing, however, to walk that fine line between passion and overwhelming obsession if it means that I will meet my goals. 

De Quien?

There is this girl is made in god’s image, perfection

With eyes bright and shine like gold

Whose voice is silver and soprano

Causing my body to become deader than a mackerel.

Her beauty makes me feels as if I don’t need any of those other sluts

When she looks at me across space with appeal in her eyes,

Making me feel as if we are perfectly adjusted sexually.

She makes my mind take wild leaps and centrifugal plunges,

Despite the occasionally cat-o-nine-tails every month

I love her; with her I’m thinking the world is free.