AGE:
starting collage
MAIN TRAIT:
loves boys wishes she could find her prince/just likes to have fun and party
HUMANIZING TRAIT:
o.c.d. trys to make every thing perfect but can never do that/adict
PROFESSION:
collage student,fast food worker
ADDRESS:
apartment on the lower class side of the city where people sell ilegal things,but trys to make her inside of her apartment nice and fance with many colors
VALUES:
talking to boys after class, working / party's,the streets
FOIL:
her best friend that shes know since 3rd grade
OBSESSION:
her breath/ looking good
GOAL:
find the boy of her dreams/ live every niight as if it was your last
IDOL:
her mom
EPITAPH:
do good in school
INTERNAL CONFLICTS:
schizophrenic
INTERPERSONAL CONFLICTS:
obsessive falls to easy/ gets mad quick very fast
SOCIETAL AND ENVIRONMENTAL CONFLICTS:
dose not like how people suffer because the chemicals the government put in the food every one eats
BEST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN TO THIS CHARACTER (WITH COULD TURN OUT TO BE THE WORST):
find the boy of her dreams
WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN TO THIS CHARACTER(WICH COULD TURN OUT TO BE THE BEST):
killing her boy of her dreams
WHY THE AUDIENCE WILL ROOT FOR THIS CHARACTER:
tripy movie, keeps them thinking
VOICE (A DESCRIPTION OF THE INCITING INCIDENT THAT KICKS OFF THE DRAMA, FROM THE VIEWPOINT OF THE CHARACTER)
kill the boy she lieks, and flash backs
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
my day
today was another day that I live
i barely made it though yesterday
everyone in my village started to make a riot to try to tell the government to make a change
we need food and we are starving
we can't afford to buy what we need
it is getting very tough for me and my family
i went with out food yesterday to feed my wife and my new born son
i had to go to the market and steal the food from the vendor when he was busy with customers
then he saw me and i didn't get enough for my self
but at least my wife and son have enough
today i am without money and food
i fear my son will starve and die
he is my only son
i wish that he will grow up to become a great man
unlike his father
i can't even make enough to feed my entire family
i have become a criminal
a robber
i am no better then the ones who steal from the poor
how will the vendors live,
if they cant sell any thing?
they need money also
how will they feed there families?
how would i feel if they stole from me?
what would i do?
i would die inside
and i know i soon would die outside as well
and if i die what will my family have?
they would have no food, no one to help them
so am i doing the right or wrong thing?
my family needs to live
and they need food
but i have become corrupt
well i can't keep this up
i have spent to much time writing
when i could have been searching for food for my family and I
well i'll try to continue this later when my soon has been fed
i barely made it though yesterday
everyone in my village started to make a riot to try to tell the government to make a change
we need food and we are starving
we can't afford to buy what we need
it is getting very tough for me and my family
i went with out food yesterday to feed my wife and my new born son
i had to go to the market and steal the food from the vendor when he was busy with customers
then he saw me and i didn't get enough for my self
but at least my wife and son have enough
today i am without money and food
i fear my son will starve and die
he is my only son
i wish that he will grow up to become a great man
unlike his father
i can't even make enough to feed my entire family
i have become a criminal
a robber
i am no better then the ones who steal from the poor
how will the vendors live,
if they cant sell any thing?
they need money also
how will they feed there families?
how would i feel if they stole from me?
what would i do?
i would die inside
and i know i soon would die outside as well
and if i die what will my family have?
they would have no food, no one to help them
so am i doing the right or wrong thing?
my family needs to live
and they need food
but i have become corrupt
well i can't keep this up
i have spent to much time writing
when i could have been searching for food for my family and I
well i'll try to continue this later when my soon has been fed
Labels:
first person,
haiti,
interpretation,
poverty
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
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