The Bonnie Monologue

A thick book held by my tiny hands; my slumped back against the sturdy wall; a content expression on my childish face. Small dust particles dance in the stream of light let in by the open window. The sound of the clock had long since stopped; all I could hear now is the sound of my sound of my slow, rhythmic breathing and the vague sound of music pouring out from the computer. My body is warmed by the sunlight and my usually edgy soul is kept at rest by this serene atmosphere. Just minutes of this quiet moment is enough to soothe even the most restive bodies. In this instant reigned by peace, I am the quiet, satisfied me; the “blithe Bonnie”, who only appears when she’s concentrating on an exciting adventure called a story or simply just work or practice. As an imperfect human being just as the rest of humanity, I am composed of many characteristics, most of which will go undiscovered by the majority of my peers and by myself. Different people will see different segments of me, because individuals bring out different parts of who I actually am. Only my closest family and friends are able to see the true, complete “Bonnie”. The “blithe Bonnie” is only one part of who I am. Other sides of me can be responsible, mature, loud, blunt, juvenile, diligent and intelligent. The responsible, mature,

Currently, I feel as though I’m being forced to learn and get good grades and advanced PSSA scores by my parents. I want to develop a sense that I am learning for my sake and not my parent’s or anyone else’s. In my mind, high school sounds like a new beginning so that is when my race for seriousness towards education begins. In reality, I’m already working on it without actually knowing, something pointed out to me by my friends. I also hope to learn more about my culture in high school; simply knowing the language you speak and the religion your family have isn’t enough. I want