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JULIE: Hi. I”m Julie. 15. Hodgkin”s Lymphoma. It”s been an ok week I guess. I”ve been sleeping better. More energy. I don”t feel as sluggish as I used to. So far, everyone seems pleased with my results. But it”s hard, you know. My friends are at school, they have parties on weekends. I can”t help but feel I”m missing out. I should be grateful, I know that, I just… it”s hard, that”s all. It”s hard. More Monologues from “The Fault in Our Stars”RelatedShareTweetPin
Hi. I’m Julie. This is my town. It’s the greatest . . . no. It’s the most . . . no. It’s . . . uh
. . . unique. You’ll see. It’s uniquely unique in its uniqueness. Which is not to say it is
all I want it to be. I could move away one day. To somewhere else. Somewhere flatter
or with more buildings. Somewhere with a bigger sky or closer to the ocean. I might do
that. I’ve been talking about it for years. But here I am still. And now you’re here too. I
don’t know. It has its charm. I meant to move away for college but instead I commuted
and then I got my own place and then I got a job here, so . . . I teach, um, I teach English
over at the high school. Mostly freshmen. It’s okay. I might not be good at it. No one
notices. Don’t tell. I’m looking for um . . . something. I’m not really sure. Love? Or
maybe just like one good verbal exchange every day. Is that weird? This town is pretty
weird. No, really. You’ll see. I hope you’ll be able to handle it. It might be . . . a little
tricky at first. But I’m glad you’re here. Don’t pity me for my little life. Please. You
don’t have everything. Do you? No. Do you? No. No one does.
And now that Romeo and Juliet have died and Tybalt and some others, somehow this
causes them to lay their feud aside. Which of course makes no sense because forever
they’ve been blaming each other for every slight. Revenging and revenging and
revenging. And so why would anything change? Nothing ever changes. And now the
two they love most, Romeo, only son of the Montagues and Juliet, the Capulet’s daughter
are dead. They should just want to kill each other more. Killing is what they know.
Which is one more reason why Romeo and Juliet is a ridiculous play and I don’t know
why I have to teach it. In conclusion, love doesn’t exist and everything is terrible. Any
questions? … Shut up, Tim.
Sam, I know you said not to call but I just feel bad and I miss you and I get it sort of but
also, you know I don’t get it at all. And you’ve always just kind of been there and now
you’re not and I don’t know what to do. So call me or. Or don’t. I don’t know. Tell me
you don’t hate me. Tell me you’ll be my friend again some day. Or. Okay. I’m sorry.
I’m doing exactly what you told me not to. I’ll text you. I’ll– okay.
Okay. Settle down. The bell rang. Get in your seats. Okay so for homework last night
you had to read the rest of Romeo and Juliet. So. What do you think? Yes, Tim? … I
see. Does anyone agree with Tim’s stupid opinion? … No? Who else thinks
something? Corolla? … Interesting. I mean for me the question isn’t “Is it love or not?”
but “Does love even exist?” … Mackenzie … uh huh… uh huh. Right.. Yeah..
Okay… except what if that’s not love either? What if there is no such thing? I don’t care
if your grandparents spent their entire lives together. I mean, what else were they going
to do? Do any of us really have options? I mean Romeo and Juliet, right. They’re like
13. They can boink and call it love because who else is around? I mean how big is
Shakespeare’s Verona? And of course go for the guy who your parents hate. Because,
dangerous is exciting. And maybe sex and danger can feel like love. I get that. I do.
But don’t tell me love exists. What? Yeah, what is it, Tim? … No. You should stop
speaking up. Put your hand down. You kids don’t know anything.
I mean I want to revise my previous thesis…. Maybe…. I mean maybe there is such a thing as love…. But not when you’re thirteen…. I don’t care what any of you kids say…. Stop it, Tim…. Enough…. I don’t want you to say anything for the rest of the year…. No one cares what you think…. Go back to writing reviews of the pep rallies that no one reads.