Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes. Keep it as written, don't change a single word, but improve grammar where necessary.

A new day has arrived. It is exactly a minute after 7:00am. Today, I will be performing one of Arthur Miller's monologues, for the character Willy Loman, from his seminal "Death of a Salesman." I feel as though I've managed to get the memorization down as well as I possibly could; the next step, should I receive the green light from our instructor to perform it at the summer showcase coming up in August, will be perfecting the timing and delivery. Practicing it at home, I've had a chance to read it many different ways, in many different styles. For me, the main thing is to be authentic, to be impactful, without coming off as a ham. I could chew up the scenery, but I'm already full enough from having had a good breakfast this morning. Hash browns, assorted fruit, and protein patties were the order of the day, as they usually tend to be on Tuesdays. The CNA who normally comes on weekday mornings was here once again; from what I understand, she has been here for the past five years, and I found this out not by asking firsthand but from a revelation she made while we were discussing a particular client and the recent proliferation of his activities in the bathroom. It is quite possible he may have a urinary tract infection, or an enlarged prostate, or an issue with one of the medications he takes, but this is something for him to discuss with his doctor. While I always enjoy having breakfast at the home, the only frustrating aspect is trying to discern the CNA's verbiage. She originally hails from Jamaica, and speaks with a heavy accent, which sometimes affects my ability to comprehend what she says. At the expense of sounding prejudiced, because there's no easy way for me to say this, I do find myself wishing that the CNAs who work here could receive better training in elocution. This isn't to say that they should be stripped of everything that makes them who they are, but it isn't fair to bring people in who have the bare minimum proficiency in English, and articulate with heavy accents, and expect the residents to understand them. It is not enough for those of foreign descent to learn English. They should also be able to speak it at a level where every word they say can be understood clearly. Just as the health care system in America has failed the developmentally delayed for decades, the ESL system has in equal measure failed not only those from other parts of the world, but those who were born here. In this day and age, a lot of native-born Americans who have all the qualifications in the world for a given position are being passed over in favor of foreigners who are willing to do the same job for less money. In many cases, these foreigners come here knowing next to no English, and go to schools in order to develop basic proficiency. Where these schools failed then, and continue to fail now, is that they churn out student after student in an endless 'assembly line' of manufactured workers. They train them until they are able to communicate in something that sort of resembles English, and then send them on their way. They become good at the language, but rarely do they become good at elocution, at learning how to speak English without an accent. For the record, I don't have a problem with foreigners seeking a better life and employment here in America. My problem is that they are not being taught how to articulate properly. Not only does this do them no favors in the long run, it does the people with whom they work even less. Countless conflicts have arisen, and wires have been crossed, because of errors in communication or interpretations of said communication. If you teach someone how to speak properly, even if their English is still fundamentally broken to a certain extent, it dramatically decreases the likelihood of such issues coming up. In fairness to the CNA, she is in her sixties and coming into her 'golden years'. She is stressed, probably getting more than a bit fed up with the nonsense. I can hear her finding ways to entertain herself; sarcasm is her bread and butter. I can't blame her. The system failed her, and many others of her generation, by not emphasizing the importance of clear communication. Maybe younger generations will not be failed in a similar sense, but that can only happen if the ESL schools start caring less about money and focus a lot more on the quality of the education that these foreigners are receiving. It's never too late for change to happen. As for me, I am trying to work on becoming less self-conscious. In the dining room, I am surrounded by seven housemates, and one or two CNAs whose moods can fluctuate dramatically based on the events they have been dealing with recently. Some are mellower than others, others focus a lot more significantly on discipline. Being here, I have learned a lot about what it means to have a more disciplined mentality. Though I am fortunate to have some of life's luxuries, including the computer with which I am typing these words, I have tried to relieve myself as much as possible of reliance on them. I have a working television in my room, with access to the Xfinity cable service, as well as an Amazon Fire Stick and a PS4. I have not used the Fire Stick or PS4 in more than a month, and I rarely turn on the television. Depending on my mood, I might be interested in finding something to watch and yet, the itch isn't there to be scratched. Even PBS is less of a mainstay than I thought it would be; oftentimes, I will just opt for WBEC-TV (BECON, an educational television station licensed to Boca Raton) on channel 19, or even the Palm Beach local government/public access station on channel 20. On other occasions when I turn the television on, I might have it on channel 10, when a certain friend I know from work calls me up. I was fortunate enough to get a reprieve last night, but I told her it is fine for her to call me tonight. I will have to feign interest or find some way to spice up the talk, as the conversations by and large go absolutely nowhere. Still, if it makes her feel good to hear my voice, that's all that matters. If I can make her feel good and feel as though her time is well spent whenever she calls me, that is absolutely wonderful, and I am grateful beyond anything I can put into words. As we get set to head out to the day program, I find myself wondering if I will come across my black hat. I have a suspicion that a friend of mine may have put it in his backpack for safekeeping, and if he did I am grateful knowing it could be retrieved without incident. Either way, I am glad to have three hats now, but would love to add the black one back to make it a set of four. To be honest, the most surprising part of having my hat stolen yesterday was that whoever did it opted not to take my jacket and work uniform too. They may as well have collected them all and completed the whole set. But again, things come and go, and at least I still have a few hats to wear. One thing is for sure; as long as I am away from the house, my hat will never leave my head. I can't take chances any more. Most of all, I want to operate on a fundamental belief that the majority of people are trustworthy. There is no worse feeling than constantly fearing for your safety and well-being, or living with an enduring suspicion that everyone, in one form or another, is out to get you. The person who you think is your friend could turn out to be your enemy. In equal turn, I made enemies out of my best friends.