I decided to answer one of the questions about the play version of Anne Frank.

Scene 3
Do you think that Mr. Frank is right in letting Dr. Dussel live with the two families? Explain your answer.

I don’t think that Mr. Frank should have let Dr. Dussel stay with the two families.
The space that the families are living in is already very cramped and tight. There isn’t enough room for one more person. Since there are only two bedrooms, Dussel has to share with Anne. This is probably not something Dussel or Anne would like. Since a fifty-year-old man and a thirteen-year-old girl are very different. Both in attitudes and in personalities.
I also think it is a bad idea because one more person adds more conflict in the group. The group of people living in the annex are already fighting enough. Adding one more person if just adding more complications.
Aready, the family has noticed that there isn’t enough food for them all. They are having to cut down on a lot. The food that they are eating probably isn’t very healthy either. Maybe rotten, or not containing enough nutrients. This is a very big problem, especially for Anne, Margot and Peter. As they are children still having to grow. I think if Dr. Dussel were to come there would be even less food for everyone. Especially since he is a grown man, who is used to having a lot of food being served to him.
Also, the families don’t know Dussel. He is a complete stranger to them. he could be rude, greedy and disrespectful. This would definitely not go well with the families fighting problems already.
The families also run a bigger risk of being caught by the Germans. Having one more person means that they have to be extra careful about the noise during the day. Dr. Dussel doesn’t know any of the rules that they have to follow during the day. He will have to be taught them. And since he isn’t used to doing so he might break the rules a couple of times.
After reading a little further I noticed that Dr. Dussel doesn’t like kids either. He says that he doesn’t go along with kids that well. This is a problem as Anne is very energetic and “childish” sometimes.

The breeze brushed against my cold skin as I sat there. Looking. Looking at the magnificant sky’s colors that I hadn’t seen in a very long time. The sky was completely filled with pink and purple. All dancing and beaming from the sun. The sun. The sun that had caused this horrible day to begin.

I closed my eyes and turned my head at the same time. Something I liked to do, and did a lot. It was the feeling of seeing one image, one minute and seeing another image, the next. The first image I saw was the waves clashing against the ship. Banging as if they were trying to push the ship away. Away from its territory. The next image was the sun. With its orange, red and pink colors all glowing from a distance. It was a sight I knew I would remember for a long time.

I liked it here. It was so peaceful, quiet and cozy. Not like it had been at home today. Definitely not. No! No, I couldn’t start thinking about that now. Not yet. But the thoughts kept repeating themselves in my mind. They kept saying the same things, over and over. I decided to to maybe just quickly think back. Not in much detail. And if I started getting scared or even a bit upset I should stop, immediately.

The first thought, or memory, that appeared was from that morning. Mom had been acting all weird around me. Giving me hugs and kisses. Hugging me for no specific reason. Giving me that look. The look I couldn’t stand, and that she knew I couldn’t stand. The pity look. One that she gave me when she felt guilty about something that would affect me.
It all made sense now, but it didn’t back then. I had been wondering why Mom had been sending me those worried looks.

I stopped. I could feel my breath getting faster and faster. I could mostly tell because every time I breathed a cloud of hot air came out of my mouth. The cloud that usually happened when it was cold outside. My thoughts began to wonder again.

The next memory was when my Mom and Dad had sat my sister and me down at the dinner table. Back then I had managed to get through the whole day without asking my Mom why she had been sending my pity looks. I knew that if I asked she would just have done as she always did. I smiled at the thought. It amused me the look my mother made when she was either lying or making something up. The first thing she would do it take a deep breath while squeezing her eyes together. Then she wouldbreath out and open her eyes widely, completely open. Then she would make a what looked like a fish mouth/kissy mouth. And finally she would start telling her fake-story. It was helpful for my family to know this. Since we could always tell whether she was lying or not. At the dinner table she was not lying.

I started imagining what it would have looked like when my mom and dad were telling me and my, well used to be sister, the news. The image popped into my head, and I started focusing on my own facial expressions. At first, confusion. Second, scared. And finally, anger. I could see the tears run down my face in the memory. It was devastating.

I stopped again. I could feel the whole inside of my body getting ice cold. It felt like everything had been turned upside down and then back to normal again. The goose-bumps started appearing on my back. And my eyes watering up. I brushed my tears away. I couldn’t blame all this on myself. It wasn’t my fault, it was my parents. My parents who I had trusted and had cared for in all those many years. Yes, it was their fault.

I looked out at the view again. The sun was gone. Now it was only the sky that was pink and purple. The colors had turned darker, now that the sun was gone. I looked down the the ship that was lite up by millions of lights. Both from ones hanging out side the boat, and ones from the windows.

I lay down on the deck. My feet were getting sore from dangling of the side of the ship. They were also cold. Just like my face. I tried to remember how I had managed to get on this boat. I couldn’t. It was all a blurr. Everything had been a blurr. From the moment my terrible parents had told me, to the moment I had sat down on the ship thinking.

One thing I was sure of, I wasn’t going back to my parents. That was sure. How could I? After what they have done to me?! No, I wasn’t going to go back. Never. I didn’t give it more thought. I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen next. I just didn’t want to, right now. 

The wind blew once again. blowing my hair out of my face to behind my neck. I looked at the image that stood right in front of me. The waves had cooled down and were calm. Still. I closed my eyes and turned my head. The sun was gone. The colors had all turned form pink to black.

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1. If you were commissioned to design and direct a production of Twelfth Night, where would you set it? What would your Illyria look like? What would be your take on each character? What costumes, music, and special effects would you want?

 I think that if I was in charge of making a production of Twelfth Night I would set it as if it were on a small deserted island that no one knew of. Most of the island would be covered as a jungle with lots of plants, and filled with green. Of course there would be a sea coast. The water would be bright blue and the sand white. There would be a castle built with grey bricks on the east of the island and another one on the west of the island. The island should look very magical and mysterious but at the same time welcoming and friendly.

I think that I would have Sir Toby to be a very fat and stubby man, who always wore cloths to small to fit him. Sir Andrew should be a very old-fashioned guy and quite skinny and tall. Both of them would wear dull colors like black, brown and white. Feste would be very make-believe wearing loads of colors and joker-ish costumes. Viola would be very modern and hi-pp. She should be thin and look at bit like a man. When acting as Cesario she should look kind of gangster to ake the play funny. Orsino should be a very fat and small. He should be quite ugly and with long white curly hair. It should be obvious why his looks are what is making Olivia not like him!

2. How would you get each character off the stage in 5.1? Think about where they are going and how they feel. Do they stop and shake hands with other characters? Do they slink off or run off? This will be the last time the audience sees them. What impressions do you want to leave?

I think that for the audience to see the last of how Malvolio is he should storm of stiff and with perfect posture. He should have an annoyed yet suspicious look on his face while exiting. I think that then Orsino should then put his hand over Violas shoulder, while Sebastian do the same to Olivia. Everyone should be laughing and having a good time while walking back to Olivia’s palace. The laughing should be carried out even after the characters have left the stage. But this should only last about 10 seconds. Mean while Feste has gone to get a stool he can sit on. Once the other characters have left the stage Feste sits down. He should then start singing and when he is done he should get of the stage walking into the audience and away.

Ahh, February – the month of Valentine’s Day! <3

Think again about the views of love you met in 2.4.

1. Do you think there’s a difference in the way men love and the way women love? Explain.
Yes and No. I think it all depends on the way the person is and their personality. Everybody expects women to be way more in love than men are. Sometimes it’s just because women are not as afraid to show the way they feel about people, as men are. But, again it all depends on the type of person they are. Maybe some men are very open about their feelings or maybe there is a women who doesn’t like to speak about who she is in love with.

2. Do either Viola or Orsino express views similar to your own? Or do you have a position on this question different from both of these characters?
I think Orsino and Violas ways of expressing love is different. They do different things to show how they feel about people. Orsino likes to make comparisons between things. Like he compares love to age, and flowers.
“For women are as flowers, whos fair flower” (2.4.36) Orsino says women are like flowers. Which is true in some cases. It all depends on the type of women he compares them to. He says Olivia is like a flower because of her beauty.

Orsino says “Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm” (2.4.35) which i think is true.  When it comes to love, men don’t express their feelings the same way women do, they don’t show it as much in some cases.

Orsino also says “More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women’s are” (2.4.36)  which I also sometimes agree with that men become bored more easily. And take less time to get over someone. And sometimes they can feel lost and worn. But women also feel the same feelings as men. And therefore it is not entirely correct what he is saying.

3. Find a line in this scene that you like or that strikes you in some way and comment on it.
I like the line:
“There’s for thy pains.” (2.4.65) I like this because I think it sounds wrong. I think ‘pains’ is the wrong word to use, for this sentence. It should be “There’s for thy singing” or “There’s for thy entertaining me”. I just think that it should be a more positive sentence and not make it negative. Pains shouldn’t be used in this case, because of the way it sounds.