- Write a dialogue between a mother and daughter regarding prom and its relevant extravagance. In your dialogue include the following:
- The importance of prom
- Its extravagance
- Affiliation of teenagers with prom
Mother: (angry, red in the face) You cannot go to this prom and that’s final!
Daughter: (going red) Why don’t you let me? What is the problem with me going to the prom? All my friends are going and as far as I know, none of them had this argument with their mothers!
Mother: (sighs) You are different from your friends. And besides we’re going to the ‘Welcome to the Neighbourhood Party’ tomorrow, at the Smiths place.
Daughter: (shouting in temper) I don’t want to go to a grown-ups party! None of my friends will be there! All of them will be at the prom!
Mother: (breaths deeply) Why is this prom so important to you?
Daughter: (sighs and goes red in the face) There’s this boy I like, Trevor. He….he asked me to go to the prom with him and of course, I said yes. Mom….no listen! I’ve liked this boy since grade 3 and now I finally have the chance to be with the man of my dreams….
Mother: (giggling) And why don’t I know of this Trevor character?
Daughter: (blushing) I didn’t want you to about him unless he asked me out so….
Mother: But even then, I don’t know if I can let you go.
Daughter: (sighing) Mom, this prom, it shows how mature you are and how much control you have over your life. This is why it is important. (Blushing again) And the reason….
Mother: (feeling temper rising) But it’s way too expensive! The dresses are expensive, as well as the shoes! I think its pointless because of it’s extravagance. Yes it is very extravagant. And the way I see it, you’ve got to spend a lot of money to make an impression on the other guy. I don’t have money for-
Daughter: (cuts in angrily) But don’t you see? I can wear your old dress that you wore when you went to the prom with Dad!
Mother: (suspicious) How do you know about that?
Daughter: (staring at the floor) I went through your drawer. Found pictures of you and Dad. That’s hw you met, right?
Mother: (sighs) Yes. That’s how me and your Dad met. It was a wonderful night. I still remember it so well. (Lost in thought) I still remember how your Dad muddled up out orders at Big Belly Burgers. (Giggles)
Daughter: But can’t I have the same night as you? You went to it and now you’re stopping me from going. I already said yes to Trevor, you know? I’ve loved him practically my whole life. And this prom was the only chance I had….
Mother: Okay. You can go and you can wear my old dress t the prom. I’m pretty sure that it would fit you.
Daughter: (crying happily, hugs her mother) I love you sometimes, did you know?
- Write a dialogue between a mother and her daughter regarding prom and its relevant, needless extravagance.
- Importance of prom
- Its extravagance
- Affiliation of teenagers with prom.
The following dialogue is between a mother and a daughter regarding the extravagance of prom.
Mom: What’s the matter with you?
Daughter: What do you mean? Where is my dress?
Mom: Dress…which dress?
Daughter: PROM DRESS, duh! (eye-roll)
Mom: Oh, darling! It’s at the laundromat.
Daughter: Mom! You were supposed to get it!
Mom: Okay, calm down. I’ll call the driver to get it in a jiffy.
Daughter: Whatever… I don’t even feel like going now.
Mom: Sweetie, it is prom! The day you have been waiting for your whole life. Remember when you used to dress up as a child and wait for your imaginary boyfriend? Hahaha, good old days!
Daughter: Ugh…stop embarrassing me, mom!
Mom: You know that this is your last year of high school, so enjoy! This day will never come again. You’ll be going to a university after this so go and have fun at prom. (patting her on the shoulder)
Daughter: Okay mom.
Mom: That’s like a good girl.
Mom: Oh yes, your dress is here!
Daughter: Thank goodness.
Mom: Wow, it is beautifulll! (as she opens the packaging)
Daughter: Turquoise! Ahh, my favorite color. Love it!
Mom: Darling, I am just so happy for you. Mommy’s big girl! (kisses her on the cheek)
Daughter: Mommm, stop! I am eighteen years old. An adult! Not a baby!
Mom: …but you’ll always remain my baby. Do you know that my prom was perfect? I miss it.
Daughter: Oh yeah, explain more mom.
Mom: The lighting, chandeliers, décor, dresses…everything was perfect.
Daughter: Wow! Mine will be great too.
Mom: Yes, darling, hopefully.
Daughter: I want food and my boyfriend is here!
Mom: Bye sweetie!
Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I am your very own and friendly journalist, Zarah Kazmi representing the most updated newspaper of North Carolina, The Express Tribune, and today we are here with a special guest. She is an epitome of valor, patience, and tolerance. Serving good 27 years of her life in slavery, she is a true inspiration for everyone. She is none other than Harriet Brent Jacobs. Thank you Harriet for being here and serving me this honor of interviewing you.
Harriet: the pleasure is all mine. Today I feel like I am ready to let go and tell the whole world about the chapters of my sad life. It has been ages since I have harbored this pain and burden in my heart. I think time has come that I let go off this burden. Thank you for providing me with the opportunity to do so.
Interviewer: you are a true inspiration Harriet. We shall proceed on with the purpose of this interview that is to inform everyone about your life. So, would you like to tell us something about the hiding place that you chose to live in?
Harriet: (coarse voiced) it all started when my first mistress, the nice old lady, passed away. I never yearned for freedom, trust me, until I have handed over Dr James Norcom whose family and he, himself treated me a little better than an animal. To be honest, I think animals are treated with more respect and dignity. These circumstances led to my escape to my freed grandmother’s house where I was forced to hide in a crawl place where even breathing seemed near impossible… (Sobs) it was a small shed… (Sobs more).
Interviewer: Harriet dear, it is okay. You can let it all out. So, what was that shed like?
Harriet: a small shed in my grandfather’s house that was added few years ago. The roof reminded of a small garret inhibited by rats and mice. Some boards were placed on the top and a shingles covered pent roof was located there. When I say crawl place, I am not even exaggerating. The highest part was 3 feet high which sloped down instantly making it nearly impossible to change sides while sleeping.
Interviewer: (shocked) that surely sounds tough. I don’t have words to explain my emotions right now. Alright, so what was the atmosphere of the shed like?
Harriet: like I said before, no air circulation was present which made breathing really hard sometimes and to top it off, the piazza was totally covered in darkness. Darkness which reminded me of my past
and ultimate future. Everything seemed in shortage in that shed except my tears which were present in abundance. Heat was intense which became more stifling because of the lack of air and light.
Interviewer: truly heart wretching! In such situation how did you manage to spend your days and nights?
Harriet: days and nights were same for me. My food was provided to me through trapdoor my uncle had created. My family always seeked opportunities to have a little conversation with me during night time. Fortunately I discovered a gimlet which helped me see my children. I succeeded in making some more holes which led the provision of air in my small den.
Interviewer: (eyes widened) wow! Did you have any activities besides sighting your children?
Harriet: surprisingly I did! From a young age I had a knack for reading, sewing and working and that is exactly what I did. It was a great relief to the monotony of my life. The sad part was that in my den the summers were intensely hot and winters were extremely cold which led to me getting frostbites now and then. My grandmother was a kind lady but she could not do anything to control the changing weather.
Interviewer: I could never imagine living such a life and I strongly believe that everyone should praise you for your courage. So, during this time did Dr Flint try to find you in anyway?
Harriet: they made every effort to search for my whereabouts but were unsuccessful in the end. My aunt used to tell me that he wrote a letter to a lady in New York about me and offered her reward if she could find out anything about me.
Interviewer: New York?! Why did he suspect New York to be your escape place?
Harriet: when you compare my little shed to those Free states, your first guess would always be those southern cities where slavery was abolished. He even went to New York himself and returned empty hand. I would see him passing by through my little hole coaxing people. He even tried to coax and convince my children by providing them favors and some silver but he didn’t realize that they were my children! (Proud).
Interviewer: (smiling) sure they are Harriet… your children seem smart and brave just like you! Your story truly restores my faith in humanity and makes me elated when I think that there are still people out there fighting for their right and equality. So after all these years, how did you attain your freedom?
Harriet: my children were fortunately freed while I was in hiding and after some years a kind gentleman in New York City, where I successfully eloped, bought me out of slavery. This event took place in 1852 and in 1865 legalized slavery came to an ultimate end in Untied States.
Interviewer: applause for you Harriet! Your life story is one of its kind and we hope that there are more women out there who are standing up for their rights and making every effort to abolish gender discrimination and racism in all kinds. Thank you for being here and providing us with the opportunity to
talk to you and open the chapters of your life. Thank you very much. We look forward to seeing you in the future.
Peter: Good afternoon, Nelson.
Nelson: A good afternoon to you, too, Peter.
Peter: I can already assume that you’ve heard about the news. About that horrible event that came almost like a tornado that takes along all the farmer’s sheep with it – hyperinflation.
Nelson: Yes, that was quite unfortunate to hear about.
Peter: It still infuriates me to no end. Once upon a time, our currency meant something; now… even twenty-five billion of its notes trade with only ONE US dollar. ONE! I can’t believe that this is our country’s fate.
Nelson: Now, now, Peter. Calm down. No need to get so agitated.
Peter: SO AGITATED?! What are you talking about, man?! People are suffering thanks to what’s happening. Mothers are unable to provide for their children, fathers are unable to earn a living for their family, thousands and thousands of workers have been put out of business, and the economy as a whole is going down. This is nothing to be calm and serene about, Nelson!
Nelson: Peter, first of all, calm down. Second of all, I know that you are upset, but there is no need to worry. We, as a nation, have always been a hopeful bunch, so I am quite sure that we will find a solution to our problem. Please, do not worry about it too much.
Peter: (sighs) I guess you’re right, Nelson.
Nelson: Glad to see that we have reached an understanding. So, how are your wife and kids feeling, after this incident?
Peter: They’re feeling horrible. In fact, the entire reason I got so riled up was because of them. My poor little angels. What am I to do now?
Nelson: A wise man once said that happiness could be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one were to remember to turn on the light. We are all struggling a great deal, Peter. But, I promise you that I will find a way to help your wife and children. And that is my firm promise.
Peter: I believe you.
Nelson: Now, what is the full story behind what happened?
Peter: Well, as I said before, twenty-five billion of our currency is currently trading with one US dollar.
Nelson: So, I have heard.
Peter: Unemployment is now running at more than eighty percent.
Nelson: Oh, dear.
Peter: The local newspaper even showed no less than five different people of the country give their views on what’s happening at the moment. Would you like to see it?
Nelson: Yes, of course.
(Peter hands Nelson over the newspaper)
Nelson: Very interesting perspectives. I can honestly not do anything other than worry like a sick dog over this.
Peter: What do you expect is to happen next, oh, wise, old Nelson?
Nelson: Now, now. No need to be so sarcastic, Peter.
Nelson: I am afraid that our economy may indeed be doomed at some point. It is almost as if Satan had sent his hounds of Hell to this world, and told them to target Zimbabwe, of all places.
Peter: Can anyone help us?
Nelson: Perhaps, we could obtain help from one of our fellow African countries. They have a better currency and resources than we do. I believe that they would be more than pleased to provide us with their precious luxuries.
Peter: What about any powerful nations? The USA and China, perhaps?
Nelson: I would only see that happening if they were willing to. They are busy countries, after all.
Peter: Yes, I forgot. Well, goodbye, Nelson. This helped me a lot, so I hope that you survive these years of darkness.
Nelson: Goodbye, Peter. I very much appreciate having helped you out.
Raphael Khalid: (clears throat) Greetings, everyone! And, welcome, to the Raphael Khlaid – I mean, Khalid – show! I remember it, so you don’t have to. We are all gathered here today to hear the words of a man, who, against all adversity and difficulties, has established one of the biggest foundations in all of Asia, one of healthcare and first-aid. He is one who, without, Pakistan could never have reached the position that it is currently in. He is our friend, our benefactor, and a global icon: Abdul Sattar Edhi.
Audience: (claps loudly)
Raphael: First of all, congratulations, for all you have done for our country.
Abdul Sattar Edhi: It has been my pleasure.
Raphael: Now, first of all, every single one of us would like to know about your personal life. And, I surely do not mean THAT personal life, but what you do during your spare time, and what your life was like when you were just a young boy.
Edhi: Well, I was born back in 1928. Now, everyone knows that Pakistan was not yet established, until 1947. So, I was born in Gujarat, India, into its very own Memon community. My mother taught be to have courage, and be kind, to help the poor and needy, and to strive for the welfare of others.
Raphael: Do you feel that what she taught you means a lot to your current life? Where would you be, had she not taught you these things? Would you still have picked up on these lessons of life via your own personal observations?
Edhi: It is safe to say that my mother’s lessons have been the backbone of my life, both in terms of philosophy, and in terms of practicality. Without them, the world would not have gotten Abdul Sattar Edhi, the icon. I am not sure that I would have observed all of this on my own; and, even if I did, I would not be able to find the will to put these into reality.
Raphael: Well, I definitely need to applaud that fact; I’m sure that everyone in the world would appreciate this.
Edhi: Thank you. I appreciate your appreciation.
Raphael: Tell us more.
Edhi: In 1947, as soon as Pakistan gained independence, we migrated to Karachi, Pakistan. And, anyone who knows me well enough would know that that is where I started developing my welfare center, my most well-known contribution to the people of this country.
Raphael: How was it like, being so determined to bring your ambition to reality? It must have been fun, right? What innovations did you make?
Edhi: To say that it was ‘fun’ would be an understatement. I had the time of my life doing everything to help me towards achieving my ambition. I started my own dispensary, provide medical care to the poor, and even drove a, as I call it, ‘poor man’s van’, to help the needy and dispense of any dead, unclean bodies. During all this, I met Bilquis, who is my wife and my partner, without whom the Edhi foundation would not be what it is today.
Raphael: I see. I am heavily interested in where your story is going from here. To add onto that, I have a wife as well; but, well, so does everyone else. She, like your wife, is my partner, my helper and my benefactor, without whom I would be nothing. In my case, she helped me in undergoing my side-career in space-science; in other words, NASA. Was your wife like my wife?
Edhi: She was humble, no doubt. She was a trainee at my first dispensary, when I first met her. I believe that the greatest strength we shared was our passion in doing what we believed in, and our shared want to help the poor, needy, old and sick. She was kind and generous, just like me. She was interested in the same things as me. She even contributed to the Edhi foundation as much as I did! So, there is indeed no doubt that she is my partner, without whom I would be nothing.
Raphael: I see.
Edhi: Thanks to her, the Edhi foundation reached a collapsed building in 1973, to help those who were injured in the process. It has also ventured into dangerous places that even government agencies are afraid to go into! And, most of all, we established the first air ambulances in South Asia, all these achievements being thanks to her, as well as the several thousand workers and volunteers, who form the meat and backbone of my foundation.
Raphael: I know. All that you have accomplished, with the help of only a few select people, surprises me.
Edhi: Thank you.
Raphael: So, for we now all know about all that you have accomplished, what do you do in your spare time, when you are not busy doing your services for this country.
Edhi: I am a humble man. Simple, elegant and clean. I spend my free time doing my services, for I really am that selfless. In addition, I begin each day with Fajr prayers, and my house IS, in fact, my apartment, in which only one room is my bedroom. The rest of it is used for the Foundation itself, of course. After Fajr, I work for the Foundation, and then, at the end of it all, I eat with the poor and needy at the free community meals’ center in Karachi. On my Fridays, I help the physically handicapped children, as well as the poor children. Because of this, one would probably say that I do not have free time. But, if the children are as happy as a dog, with big smiles on their faces, then it is free time, at least to me, and time well-spent.
Raphael: Really? That… I did not know about. Wow! (turns to audience, starts speaking in a comically surprised tone) Folks, this is why you should never assume things about people. Ever. In your entire life. (audience starts laughing)
Edhi: (starts laughing as well)
Raphael: Anyways… back to the main discussion. So, Edhi, last of all, what has been your primary vision for this country, and for life?
Edhi: It has been nothing more than giving all people in the world their rights. To work for the welfare of the poor and needy. I have, for all my life, supported none other than Muhammad Ali Jinnah’s vision for this country, to gain equality for all kinds of people, based on either their faith or their sect. I advocate for basic educational skills to be granted to the children. And, once it has been established as a modern welfare state, I can set a great example for other developing countries, to give them the hope that, one day, they may also do great things for their countries, like I did for mine. Given that I have gained international acclaim, attention and awards for my services, that may very well be possible.
Raphael: And that is exactly what I wanted to hear. Thank you, Edhi. And I would like you to know that everyone, not just the people sitting here, appreciate this noble speech of yours.
Edhi: I was giving a reply, not a speech.
Raphael: Sorry, sorry! (audience starts laughing again)
Edhi: (remaining serene) Well, it has been a pleasure to be on your show, and share my life-story with all these people sitting here in front of me, Mr. Khalid.
Raphael: It has been my pleasure, too. (Edhi leaves) (Raphael turns to audience) Well, goodbye, folks! Hope to see you on the next show’s episode. Once again, this is the Raphael Khalid show! I remember it so you don’t have to. This is me, signing out. (audience starts clapping) (lights go out)
Ben: (approaches Tom) Hey, chap! What are you doing?
Tom: Painting the fence! (Stares at apple in Ben’s hands)
Ben: Ugh! That is so much of work! I hate work!
Tom: What do you call work? (Continues white washing)
Ben: Why? Isn’t that work? (Looks at fence)
Tom: It may be a lot of work for you but for me it’s fun! Does a boy get a chance to white wash a fence every day?
Ben: (Convinced and interested) Say Tom, may I give it a try,
Tom: No, no, my aunt Polly is awful particular about this fence and it’s got to be done very carefully
Ben: Is that so? Come on! Just let me try?
Tom: If anything happens to this fence…
Ben: (Interrupting) Oh please, I will be very careful! And I will also give you my apple if you let me!
Tom: (White washes fence) Its quite a hot day today …. I think I should take a break see you later!
Tom: Whitewashing is so much fun!
Billy fisher: Oh really? May I give it a try please?
Tom: I don’t think so!
Billy fisher: I will give you my kite if you let me do it!
Tom: Ummm… Okay fine! (Hands over the brush to BF)
Tom: (Continues painting the fence)
Johnny Miller: what are you doing?
Tom: I am whitewashing – can’t you see?
J.M: May I try?
Tom: No! You won’t be able to do it!
JM: I will give you a dead rat with a string to swing it with if you let me
Tom: Okay! Here!
Tom: what a great day it was! It is not such a hollow world after all! (Stares at all the things the boys gave him)
Molly: Look over there! (Points towards and dunes)
Gracie: Yes come on, let’s go!
Molly: (after readings and dunes) see that? (points towards rabbit warrens) we would have to dig one which is big enough for the three of us to fit in.
Gracie: Umm…. So are we gonna sleep in the bunna like rabbits?
Molly; Yes, no one will look for us in a rabbit burrow.
Gracie: (excitedly Yay! Finally we have a shelter to stay. Let’s quickly dig and get done with it).
Molly: Here, have some bread. (offers dry crusts of bread)
Daisy: Today was a tiring day! I am going to sleep. Goodnight!
Gracie: Same here!
Molly: (talks to herself ) Tomorrow I will find my way home to Jigalong! (goes to the bunna to sleep)
Molly: We don’t have much for breakfast. We can get water from the pools at the bottom of the valley and I just have some bread crusts left.
Daisy: But I want to eat meat! I am very hungry.
Molly: Well, we got to eat and move with what we have.
Gracie: I want to go back to the settlement! We will die out here.
Molly: (furiously) Are you mad that you are saying you want to go back? Don’t you know what they’ll do to us? They will shave our heads bald and give us a big hiding and lock us up in the little gaol.
Gracie: (Stubbornly) I won’t move until I get food! I am very hungry I don’t just want bread and water.
Molly: (calmly) I know that! We all are hungry for mear. But we have to snow patience and keep walking.
Gracie: Ok then, let’s go!
Daisy: It looks like it is about to rain!
Molly: We got to walk faster!
Molly: See! The Moore River! (points in front)
Daisy: How will get across the river? (worried)
Molly: I don’t know yet… up here! We will cross the river with the help of this fence! Come on!
See, its strong enough to hold us on (assures). Watch me and follow, come on!
Gracie: thank god we got across safely!
Daisy: Look! Mardu Men! (excited and happy)
Man: Where are you girls going?
Molly: We are running away back home to Jigalong.
Man: Well, you girls have to be very careful, this country is different from ours, you know. They got a Mardu policeman.
Molly: Yes, we heard about him at the settlement
Man: He follows run away gels and take’m back to the settlement . He’s a good tracker, that Mardu. (Also gives them kangaroo tail and goanna) (Shakes hand with girls) (left).