When Chinese people say teaching is the considerable career it was true to my parents to persuade their children thinking about teachers like this They may not be rich but they had valuable knowledge They may not have power but they had pride to honor That was how they wanted me to be It was however totally not what I dreamed to be Not at all
Even though they were teachers Why should I follow their foot steps The price of being the teacher of the year was the cold lunch for their daughter with tear and was home alone with scare when they had to join the school camp somewhere I was jealous about my neighbor’s boy whose parents always took him to the park with joy but I don’t hate my parents no matter how they wanted me to be they didn’t force me they were not the tiger parents and neither am I and neither are you, the anxious parents
Now my son is just about the age of when I was to be Not like me he has countless ideas of who he is going to be but I am not going to change who he is I just want to say to him Whatever will be, will be Someday, you will see the only thing that matters is whether you try your best to succeed
-monologue poem (the character): -Character: A bulimia teenager/bulimics.
-Characteristics of a bulimia: Binging, purging, vomiting (go down a throat) after a meal, excessive exercise, fasting, diet pills (enemas, excessive use of laxatives, diuretics).
Person pushing a cart piled high with bottles and rags and plastic bags.
Idea that character might like to convey: how "invisible" he or she feels in the eyes of the public. That, or a reaction to our disgust and disdain for them.
Perhaps add an element of non-logical craziness to the character, since I know that many of them suffer from some form of mental illness.
The most stupid thing I’ve ever done is pregnancy. Don’t give me that look, someone, anyone. I know I am too young to be a mother. However, this is not my plan. Right now, my body is not my own, and something feels wrong. How do I feel? I feel the baby is growing like a wild weed, and I hate myself. I don’t even want to move and breath. My boyfriend said he will be with me. He said that before, and then he left. What am I going to tell my parents-- Say I am pregnant and the baby’s father is gone? They are going to freak the hell out. Everything in my life is always a disaster. And I really don’t want this to be a disaster. Can anyone tell me what should I do to make things better? I want to have this baby, I do. But what if I do something it messes this baby up? What if the baby comes out has no father? Oh my God, I am bleeding again. Am I miscarrying the baby? Help me, help!
Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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Whatever Will Be, Will Be
When Chinese people say
teaching is the considerable career
it was true to my parents to persuade
their children thinking about teachers like this
They may not be rich
but they had valuable knowledge
They may not have power
but they had pride to honor
That was how they wanted me to be
It was however
totally not what I dreamed to be
Not at all
Even though they were teachers
Why should I follow their foot steps
The price of being the teacher of the year
was the cold lunch for their daughter with tear
and was home alone with scare
when they had to join the school camp somewhere
I was jealous about my neighbor’s boy
whose parents always took him to the park
with joy
but I don’t hate my parents
no matter how they wanted me to be
they didn’t force me
they were not the tiger parents
and neither am I
and neither are you, the anxious parents
Now my son is just about the age
of when I was to be
Not like me
he has countless ideas of
who he is going to be
but I am not going to change who he is
I just want to say to him
Whatever will be, will be
Someday, you will see
the only thing that matters
is whether you try your best
to succeed
-monologue poem (the character):
-Character:
A bulimia teenager/bulimics.
-Characteristics of a bulimia:
Binging, purging, vomiting (go down a throat) after a meal, excessive exercise, fasting, diet pills (enemas, excessive use of laxatives, diuretics).
Character:
Person pushing a cart piled high with bottles and rags and plastic bags.
Idea that character might like to convey: how "invisible" he or she feels in the eyes of the public. That, or a reaction to our disgust and disdain for them.
Perhaps add an element of non-logical craziness to the character, since I know that many of them suffer from some form of mental illness.
I'm going to try it before Thursday. Stay tuned!
A Pregnant Girl
The most stupid thing I’ve ever done
is pregnancy.
Don’t give me that look, someone, anyone.
I know I am too young to be a mother.
However, this is not my plan.
Right now, my body is not my own,
and something feels wrong.
How do I feel?
I feel the baby is growing like a wild weed,
and I hate myself.
I don’t even want to move and breath.
My boyfriend said he will be with me.
He said that before, and then he left.
What am I going to tell my parents--
Say I am pregnant and the baby’s father is gone?
They are going to freak the hell out.
Everything in my life is always a disaster.
And I really don’t want this to be a disaster.
Can anyone tell me
what should I do to make things better?
I want to have this baby, I do.
But what if I do something it messes this baby up?
What if the baby comes out has no father?
Oh my God, I am bleeding again.
Am I miscarrying the baby?
Help me, help!
Character: former child star
Rebelliousness, Addiction, Burn-out, washed-up, did not experience a normal childhood
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