English Writtentask

Candidate Session Number Session May 2014 Written Task Assignment typography diary entries from Blanches point of view about her emotions toward Stanley A streetcar named desire Rationale In part 4 of our English trail, we study and analyze noteworthy literature works such as Shakespeare Othello and Tennes command Williwaws A Streetcar Named Desire. For this written task, we have to choose an Imaginative way of exploring an apses of the material we have studied. In other words, it is a creative assignment regarding an aspect or theme of either Othello or A Streetcar Named Desire.I have chosen to seek the character of Balance by writing diary entries In which Balance begins to be delusional due to Stanley actions towards her and how this makes her feel towards Stanley. Looking at both characters, we dismiss see that both of them are opposites of each other. Balance, coming from a wealthy family and also from the south, has a higher status and therefore expects men to treat women w ith compliance because this is what she experienced during most of her life. On the other hand, Stanley, coming from new Orleans, but representing the new Ameri discharge, shows obvious difference In character from Balance.Stanley Is portrayed as a brute, having power over both female and a sense, male characters too. By writing diary entries from Blanches point of view, we are able to see the difference in the midst of the cultures from south and the new America ,the difference of social status affecting how Balance treats Stanley. Dear diary, 1 OFF taken the wrong streetcar Oh how washbasin this be where my dear sister, Stella, lives? After being brought up by the wealth of our great family, I had great expectations in my headAfter the loss of belle pass finished the struggling, all those deaths I had to endure it has made me as weak as the crumbling walls of an old house. What do I have to do to deserve a slip up to paradise? If life hasnt given me enough troubles a sane human being can handle, here comes my lovely brother-in-law, Mr. Stanley Kowalski. Oh what an, interesting man he is, ask me questions about my past tense that I tried so hard to lock up, and stow away, And what nerve Snatching my love letters from my young husband, my sweet,sweet boy, he is definitely an inquirer.I can see, o, that hes of the more primitive side of nature, the way he walks and talks, not like the gentlemen who used to call for me for hours and hours till I replied them. If one Stanley Kowalski wasnt enough, what about four of them? Ive neer expected the gathering of the apes, nor have I seen that many in one place Oh Stanley Kowalski, the alpha male, saying that I could not kibitz-who does he think he is, the king of the house? And the way he treats Stella,my dear sister, embarrassing her inferno of his friends. His true colors shine through and no man, no man in the world treats a muliebrity this way.Oh What did she ever so do to that beast, what makes her d eserve such a life? And what does a girl need to do to enjoy herself almost here? Cant Stella and I enjoy a little conversation between ourselves without having Stanley blowing his top off? Oh, the destruction that trails after Stanley, almost like a shadow. What a monster He attacked my baby sister, how ruthless can he be? Kindness Please find your way to me Please find your way to Stella as she most certainly needs it. Dear diary I cannot believe Stella After what Stanley had done to her, shes still with that monster.She told me about their romantic times together and how thrilling it is to have him smash their lightships with the heel of her slipper. Am I the only one who sees that shes in danger? Or that her head is way too far into the clouds to see what an animal Stately is. Shes a damsel in distress, and I have to save her. To save her from the beast. Like a circulating rumor spreading ever so quickly through the high school corridors, my disgust for Stanley certainty escal ates at that speed. Even after that big speech I gave Stella, after sexual congress how awful and, Oh so common Stanley really is, she still effuses to listen.What shes feeling is Just brutal desire Just desire that old tin can which rattles through up and down the street And my, its been a long time since I empty hole, lingering in my heart. Mitch missed my birthday today Something must be terribly wrong for he did not sneer my calls. Im afraid that the truth would come out any moment, and that Stanley will spill the beards, ruining our relationship. Mitch knows, Stanley mustve told him. Oh, he must have told Mitch something about me How can I face Mitch, face everyone? My image now tainted by the colors of shame.I cant let them know my past for I have been hiding it for so long. No, I cant let get out, not right now He must have been to Laurel-to the Flamingo Oh what have I done to deserve this? After all I have suffered for Belle reeve, all I have sacrificed to fill my lonely soul, I deserve to be tough with kindness and love- after all that God has put me through. Isnt it time for a change? May miracles happen and Stanley will forever keep it to himself. Oh how silly of me, of course he wouldnt. And now, my reality is slowly ribbing onto my dreams.Grabbing aloud of everything and turning it into a nightmare. Dear diary Stanley Stanley-he Confronted me today. He was so happy at first, being a father and all. I was so relieved to see that Stanley Kowalski, was having a normal conversation with me, Balance He told me stories about his cousin, the human bottle opener. And even candid a bottle to celebrate with me I mean, maybe Stanley Kowalski, the brute, the Pollack isnt so bad after all. It must have been something I said After Mitch had snap my paper lantern, exposing my light.I feel weak of the mind, like someone has torn out a piece of my brain. Nonetheless, Im still and always will be a woman of intelligence and breeding, enough for my future husba nd , the wonderful Sheep Hunting. What every rich man needs is a woman. A woman with a beauty of the mind, profusion of the spirit and tenderness of the heart, and I have all those things He came after me He insulted me Calling my dress a worn-out Marci-grass outfit rented for fifty cents I tried to stop him, I tried calling Mr. Hunting but it was no use. It was inevitable, I was weak, I Gave up