A Game Of Catch By Richard Wilbur. A Game of Catch Script. Glennie noticed Scho dawdling along the other side of the street and called hello to him. Scho crossed the street and stood at the front edge of the lawn, near an apple tree, watching. “Got your glove?” asked Glennie after a time. Scho obviously didn’t. “You could give me some easy grounders,” said Scho. “But don’t burn ‘em.” “All right,” Glennie said. “I got an idea,” said Glennie. “Why don’t Monk and I catch for five minutes more, and then you can borrow one of our glovers?” “That’s all right with me,” said Monk. He socked his fist mitt, and Glennies burned one in. “All right,” Scho said, and went over and sat under the tree. They were throwing lazy fast and slow, high, low, wide and always handsomely. …show more content…
After a good while of this, Scho finally said “Isn’t it five minutes yet?” “One minute to go,” said Monk, with a fraction of a grin.
“Where you going?” Monk asked. “Just up the tree,” said Scho. “I guess he doesn’t want to catch,’ said Monk. After climbing the tree Scho found a place where several supple branches were knit to make a dangerous chair, and sat there with his head coming out of the leaves into the sunlight. He could see the other two boys down below, the ball going back and forth between them as if they were bowling on the grass, and Glennie’s crew-cut head looking like a sea urchin. When Scho had said he found a wonderful seat the boys ignored him so he started messing with the boys. “Do you know what Monk?” he announced a few minutes. “I can make you two guys do what I want. Catch that ball, Monk! Now you catch it, Glennie!” “I was going to catch it anyway,” Monk suddenly said. “You’re not making anybody do anything when they’re already going to do it
anyway.” “I made you say what you just said,” Scho replied joyfully. “No you didn’t,” said Monk. “That’s what I wanted you to say,” Scho said. The ball bounced off the rim of Monk’s mitt and plowed into a gladiolus bed beside the firehouse, and Monk ran to get it while Scho jounced in his treetop and sang, “I wanted you to miss that. Anything you do is what I wanted you to do.” “Let’s quit for a minute,” Glennie suggested. “We might as well until the peanut gallery shuts up,” Monk said. They went over and sat cross-legged in the shade of the tree. Glennie soon began abstractedly spinning his glove between his palms; Monk pulled his nose and stared out across the lawn. Scho kept messing with them until Glennie looked up and said “Stop being a dope and come down and we’ll catch for a few minutes.” Scho hesitated and then said “That’s what I wanted you to say.” “All right, then, nuts to you,” said Glennie. “Why don’t you keep quiet and stop bothering people?” Monk asked. “I made you say that,” Scho replied softly. “Shut up,” Monk said. “I made you say that, and I want you to be standing there looking sore. And I want you to climb up the tree. I’m making you do it!” Monk scrambled through the branches and when he got to where Scho was he said “Now you shut up or you’ll be sorry,” Monk said, breathing hard as he reached up and threatened to shake the cradle of sligh branched in which Scho was sitting. “I want------” Scho screamed………….. Work Cited Wilbur, Richard, and Barry Moser. A Game of Catch. Harcourt Brace, 1994.
My Monologue is on Otis Amber.Otis Amber is 62 years old and is a male he works with crow in a soup kitchen he used to work as a doorman for the Westinghouse he is also a delivery man .He is married to crow and likes to tell jokes on people who pass by the door he is also a delivery man .He likes his aviator hat and crow he hates kids and he hates running.Otis amber is an old scrawny man who lives in the basement of a grocery store.He has a very strange cake. He does not have any friends at all and the only person he really knows is crow.
“There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask, and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he were sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to, but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to.”
3. Chapter 1, page 5, #3: “Moving through the soaked, coarse grass I began to examine each one closely, and finally identified the tree I was looking for by means of certain small scars rising along its trunk, and by a limb extending over the river, and another thinner limb growing near it.
Walker begins the story by describing the yard in which the mother is waiting for her daughter to come home. She shows the yard to the reader as being clean and wavy, which, according to the mother, is "more comfortable than most people know" (875). She feels that it is an extension of the living room. She compares the hard clay to the living room floor being swept smooth. This leaves a cool place to sit under the elm tree and "wait for the breezes that never come inside the house" (875). The reader at this point has already experienced the feeling of the soft grass, hard yet smooth clay, the cool breeze, and the smell of the elm tree.
Good Morning, Today I will be presenting a monologue about the decision to not go to the rumble by Randy Adderson in the novel, The Outsiders.
The director threw me the ball a few times, and I practiced hitting it in order to give me confidence. One time when he threw it, I hit it. There are two cameras next to each other, and the ball went right through the middle. My jaw dropped when I saw that. I couldn't believe it.
Use of Language and Dialogue Catch -22 “Catch-22 is probably best discussed in terms of its language. The prose style Heller employs is original and distinctive, appropriate and well implemented (Pearson 277).” One application of that prose style is dialogue; Heller uses dialogue to manifest the themes of the novel. Some of the themes best shown in the dialogue of the characters are Heller's hatred of war, and his perceived idiocy in military and in bureaucracy. Scattered throughout the book are several dialogues which share numerous characteristics.
"I wouldn't do that. Póilín, ciúin!" Póilín stopped his growling and Seth looked confused again.
“Coach, I bet my whole life in it that I did not even have the idea of stealing your lacrosse ball.” Lyle does not even understand how could Coach ask him that question.
“You bang on my door, like a knock-knock joke that I'm scared to hear the punch line to, because the who somehow always turns out to be you, and it's always nothing new. We've been through the same old Sing-a-long song and lap dance before.” These are the opening lyrics to Let Me Go by Shane Koyczan, a song that brought light to a dark place inside of me, and may very well have saved my life. I first heard this song when I was in the middle of a deep depression my sophomore year of high school, and it helped to drag me from the depths and show me the light. Being the middle child I had to find some way to distinguish myself from my siblings, and for a long time I was defined by my illness; I get chronic migraines. After we started to get my migraines under control I was then defined by my smarts; I always studied the most, got the best grades, and all of my teachers loved me. As I got older most of my friends started experimenting with drugs and alcohol; I wanted nothing to do with any of that stuff because I had seen firsthand the way my father’s alcoholism and drug addiction tore apart my parent’s marriage; therefore my friends and I started to drift apart.
Why me? what did I do? I try to increase the chance of rescue, keep everyone safe and now I'm forced to hide in this dark, wet, jungle. I am absolutely terrified and I feel as though I am a small animal being preyed on by a gigantic beast. I can hear footsteps and quiet chanting in the distance; the noises are getting closer.
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
"That’s great Gary come on down." Said Harry. Gary joined in and they all played until sunset. Gary had such a good time, teasing Harry didn’t even occur to him.
“Don’t you think it would be funny if we actually did win this game?” I asked.
“Oh both players win, now you pick a hat first since your new to the game.” Now he was leaning close to me and whispering into my ear. This is great, so I leaned towards him to show that I appreciate his affection.