Here comes the annual, “Please, God, help with me my monologue – or my life will soon have no meaning.” The line up begins at the door, and all are shaking against the the unlikelihood that someone will love them and invite them into their school. Although the two minute limit seemed absurdly too short when they first went a lookin’ for monologues, the same time frame now seems much, much too long to offer a polished project. Read more