Monologue from Systematic a play
Janice is at a registration’s desk, doing a monthly check up for her cloning procedure, she is missing a hand.
Janice: Shelley’s eyes are farther apart than mine, well that’s what it says on the transcript. I’ve never met her. I’m sorry, what was the question? Oh, alright ,well… as you can see, I’m missing my left hand, and Shelley is not. She goes to the salon and pays full price for a manicure. I pay half. I’m sorry. Was than good enough of an answer? I don’t come to these things often, I’m kind of anti cloning. Well how could I not be. Being brought into the world because someone else needs a hand isn’t exactly the greatest welcoming but whatever. Is she doing ok? It’s not like she’s my sister but we are the same person except ...I’m the spare parts. How does that make me feel? Jesus. Well um, I guess kind of crappy. I wake up in the morning and think. Damn, I really hope Shelley doesn’t need a kidney today or a leg or a brain or a heart. Ugh, can I go now? Clones do have a life you know. Not just giving their body parts to others...
Maya Smoot, 12th
Janice is at a registration’s desk, doing a monthly check up for her cloning procedure, she is missing a hand.
Janice: Shelley’s eyes are farther apart than mine, well that’s what it says on the transcript. I’ve never met her. I’m sorry, what was the question? Oh, alright ,well… as you can see, I’m missing my left hand, and Shelley is not. She goes to the salon and pays full price for a manicure. I pay half. I’m sorry. Was than good enough of an answer? I don’t come to these things often, I’m kind of anti cloning. Well how could I not be. Being brought into the world because someone else needs a hand isn’t exactly the greatest welcoming but whatever. Is she doing ok? It’s not like she’s my sister but we are the same person except ...I’m the spare parts. How does that make me feel? Jesus. Well um, I guess kind of crappy. I wake up in the morning and think. Damn, I really hope Shelley doesn’t need a kidney today or a leg or a brain or a heart. Ugh, can I go now? Clones do have a life you know. Not just giving their body parts to others...
Maya Smoot, 12th
By Jackie Mondragon, 11th
To Be Or Not To Be…
To love or not to love, that is the question:
Whether there is better to go along with
The lonely dark nights
Or to not,
And to defeat the lonesomeness with someone else. To die, to sleep
Perhaps that’s all there is to it-loving would put and end
To all of this.
That comes with heart! That is the thing
We all wish for. To dream-
Maybe to hope, yes that would be the wanted,
For in love you can do strange things
And leave your worries behind,
This holds us in like prisoners. There’s the problem.
That makes love so dreadful:
For who wants to be afraid of ones thoughts
The attachment between young foolish people,
The pain of broken hearts, the slowness of forgiveness,
The lack of control of our minds
From the deep connection.
When we could easily be alone and control
Our hearts? Would we want that partnership,
To stress and worry about trust,
Expect to be let down of what happens if it doesn’t work out?
The cruel betrayal of one
Who you once believed loved you-strikes without notice
And forces us to believe we aren’t good enough
Rather than realize its them whose not worthy.
Thus thinking about a family makes us all weak
And the wonderful memories we hope to experience with our children
Become impossible,
And the excitement of marriage life,
Is put off,
Until we decide to choose love.
~ Madison Anuskewicz, 12th
Wild Geese Talk Back Poem
No need to be perfect
No need to be someone you are not
Walking through that huge crowd of people who are no different than one from another
Just set your soul free
Love what you love
Let me know what’s the matter and I’ll do the same
Time keeps on going
Time does not slow down
It’s moving like the clouds
It’s moving at the speed of light
No time to spare to not be yourself
Through the Russian River and over the Rocky Mountains
The Mustangs meanwhile run, wild and free,
Through the green grass and over the tall weeds
No matter whom you are, different and unique
The world offers you the chance to be who you are
It calls you like wild Mustangs, wild and free –
Be yourself
The world needs more people who are wild and free
Raquel Paz, 12th
No need to be perfect
No need to be someone you are not
Walking through that huge crowd of people who are no different than one from another
Just set your soul free
Love what you love
Let me know what’s the matter and I’ll do the same
Time keeps on going
Time does not slow down
It’s moving like the clouds
It’s moving at the speed of light
No time to spare to not be yourself
Through the Russian River and over the Rocky Mountains
The Mustangs meanwhile run, wild and free,
Through the green grass and over the tall weeds
No matter whom you are, different and unique
The world offers you the chance to be who you are
It calls you like wild Mustangs, wild and free –
Be yourself
The world needs more people who are wild and free
Raquel Paz, 12th
Forever will never exist. The sky will fall before the dawn breaks horizon. The clouds will sink to Earth, become fog that sucks the marrow from bones and replaces life blood with the dripping ozone layer. Love will corrode in fear's serum, a poison incomprehensible. Voices will be lost to the corners of the night without definition. Forever will not exist, ever.
-Devin Bacon, 11th
-Devin Bacon, 11th