Journey's End (by Lorena)

Journey's End is a play that was written by R. C. Sherriff in 1928, based in the problems and situations that people lived during World War I.
The setting is located in the trenches (excavations in the earth, where people used to hide from their enemies and sometimes build a room (dugout) where they slept underground)of St. Quentin, France (in 1918.)
The author somehow wrote this book to express his own experiences in this important war. He lets the reader know how difficult it was to live in those conditions, without even knowing if the following day you'd be alive.
Throughout the play,you can notice that not everything you expect is exactly how you wanted or thought it was; for example in Journey's End it talks about heroes and role models to people that when they get to know them better, get a totally different impression.
Characters:
* Colonel
* Captain Hardy
* Captain Stanhope
* Second Lieutenant Hibbert
* Second Lieutenant Trotter
* Second Lieutenant Raleigh
* Lieut. Osborne
* Sergeant Major
* Private Mason
* German Soldier

For more information about Journey's End or R.C. Sherriff, visit: http://www.bookrags.com/wiki/Journey%27s_End
http://www.bookrags.com/biography/robert-cedric-sherriff-dlb3/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journey%27s_End
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._C._Sherriff

An Emo Diary by Dafnee

17/Abril/2002/
Today was a day, when you just dont know whats happening anymore. I dont see any sense of people making jokes and taking fun. I dont see like them, I dont feel like them. Can I just act like I dont care at all? All that prepotent people and all that stupid things thay talk about, is really unbearable. Then in my house, my father isnt never with us (well... my brother isnt here too, so actually my father isnt never with me.) And all that stupid lie about my mothers murder is incredible funny. Lol... I just cannot think that my father really believes that we believe that lie.
This hasnt have any sense at all.
Is boring.

My Emo Diary (by Lorena)

Monday 12th June 2008
Today, once more, I was called "gay" in all the places I visited: in school, in the metro, in the street, everywhere. I'm tired of it, just because I'm an emo it doesn't mean I am gay. Just because I like Ediana songs, which are romantic and remeber me of someone I used to love doesn't mean I am gay, I mean is it not right to feel that way? Just becuase I like to dress up this way and use makeup in my eyes, doesn't mean I am gay. I'm tired of it! Why can't people accept me just the way I am!

Tuesday 13th June 2008
First, I was ignored for my appearance and the way I thought, then I was excluded for being an emo and now, I'm insulted and critisised for being something I'm not, "gay".

Thursday 15th June 2008
Here in Lima (Peru), since being gay is something incorrect and terrible, I'm being even more excluded than I used to be before, but I'm not gay for christ sake! Why people can't understanmd this?!?! Why is everyone so ignorant that they believe all emos are "gays" and repeat it so everyone believes it?? Why? Why?

Emos (by Lorena)

Well, this is a complicated theme, but I don't really have anything against emos. I think that emotional people that take it very serious, somehow exagerate when they do those horrible things to themselves and the way they dress is weird. In the other hand, I think that these theme has really gone too far(it started being music and now, people are commiting suicide.) I think that everybody is free to do whatever he/she wishes with his/her life, so if they want to cut and kill themselves they're free to do it, though I think its something really sad and terrible to do. This is a really sad theme, also, because you can see what people that suffer so much can do, and how people reject them so much.

Emos! By Dafnee

Everyone has different ways of thinking and feeling. Everyone is different so, I don`t see the reason of being rude with emos or judge them. That one person has different ideas about life or any type of conversations don`t mean that is a bad thing. Emos are just fine!

Cecil O'Brien 2005 (by LOrena)

Day 1
This piece of cloth belongs to that thin piece of what they call 'a blanket' they give us to cover ourselves at night.
I can't even express myself correctly all I'm saying and all I can think about in this moment is betrayal. I mean I didn't do anything to get locked in this bloody place, I only gave my opinion about that damn president of us, or not even us since I don't consider a United States citizen anymore. I just keep repeating to myself: Aren't we free to say our opinions and express ourselves?

Day 11
My lawyer came to talk to me today. What seems to be my only chance for getting out here is starting to disappear. My roommate and I have been arguing about escaping. We both are afraid of what's coming next...

Day 13
There are about 20 more new souls in this prison, all brought today. One of them seems really familiar to me. The authority in this place makes me sick! I can't believe I used to believe in US political citizens.

Day 14
That's it , its gone, my oportunity for getting out of here in a legal way, is gone. I discovered who she was: the only person who was trying to help me, my lawyer has been imprisoned here, isolated from any inocent, guilty or unlucky soul and no one knows why. I'm worried about my family, they escaped to another country I won't mention just in case this cloth falls in wrong hands. I'm starting to consider my roommates idea of escaping, its incredibly difficult but I'm totally desperate and about to become insane.

Day 28
Today I saw how a prisoner tried to escape and was killed in his attempt. Amazingly this has grown my wishes of escaping even more: I don't care if I get killed in my attempt, I don't care about anything since my life has been ruined and there's no going back. I just want people to know the truth about politics in this country: THEY CONTROL YOU! SO BE CAREFUL AND DON'T TRUST ANYONE.

Day 34
I'll just pray for my family...

The Balloon's Fugue! (by Lorena)

Round and soft,
Floating by, there it goes
Like a road of rough white string
Tied it is
To the kid

Can’t escape unless
The cord is released
In this case feels like a loss
Of your life
The object which kept you alive,
Entertained

It’s gone
Freely floating by itself
Not worried about anything
Just the direction it’s going to take
The carefulness and aware for spikes and leaves,
For birds and too much wind
For cables and trees

Whilst you are contemplating it
With such a regret
For letting it go
To see what happened

She always told you don’t untie it
If you want to keep it
As your friend for long periods
Have fun moving with it
Pulling it
Up in the air

Now I know what happens
I first didn’t believe her
All those scolding make her seem
Like a liar

Now I know what happens
I just wanted to see by myself

Thank you mum for trying to prevent me
Now I feel so fool