I still can't believe that I actually completed my English Monologue, and completed it well.

I remember shaking so hard at the teacher's mention of the performance. I found the idea of standing before 15 kids and 1 scary teacher, in a daggy costume, imitating an outback accent, was ridiculously terrifying. The fear that I experienced was probably comparable to a visit to the dentist's office, which is and always has been, my number one fear, as people close to me will know.

 Okay, before I start rambling I'd better tell you guys about the task. Our English teacher had assigned us an Australian play to study, and from that play we were to pick a marginalised (minority) character, pick a scene, and basically give that 'under-spoken' character a voice. After a script was established, we had to get up in front of the class and act out in character, the thoughts and feelings of the person, accompanied by costumes and props. Our teacher would then grade us based on firstly the quality of our Monologue script, and secondly, the legitimacy of our performance.

 I picked a character called 'Mum', who, as obvious as the name suggests, is a mother. A middle-old aged Aboriginal mother, to be very exact. I got cracking on my script. A few days later came the performance itself. I was dressed in one of my mom's oversized blouses and some black leggings, toting with me a real-live, 3/4 as-tall-as-me broom. I remember watching all the others in front of me get up and present. Thinking back on it, I don't even remember praying. Oops. But weirdly, as I sat there, prepping my lines, watching the other kids do their show, I felt a strange sense of calm. I could feel God with me, and I was convinced, at that point, that I was not alone. Well, needless to say, everything went smoothly. I tripped over my lines twice, but I was fine otherwise. I came out of the room feeling immensely relieved, and immeasurably thankful. Thanks, God, for helping me with it. :) 


'For when we are weak, He is strong.'