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What is drama?

We have just started our drama unit in class this week. I find drama fascinating to watch but I don’t really like acting myself. its sad to admit I have stage fright but I like to watch other people perform.

Drama is much more interesting than watching a film or reading a book because the characters are right there in front of you and you are able to interpret their actions on totally different levels than if you were to watch a film or read a book. A play comes fully to life only on the stage.

I found both plays we did in class to be quite different. The play we did in the tutorial, the comedy, was funny and it was good to see how my fellow classmates acted it out to the best of their ability. I also found it interesting to read the play in the tutorial as their was a lot of confusion as to whether the play was a tragedy or a comedy. I personally thought it was a tragedy and even though other people disagreed and thought it wasn’t a tragedy I still think it was.

I am excited to go next week and see a real play “Death of a salesman” it should be good and I can’t wait.

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It was winter time and the snow had just began to fall. The small villages and piazzas around my house were beginning to be covered in snow. It was the time of the year that the farmers would be collecting the chestnuts from the fields with their trucks. My sisters and I had the job of collecting the left over chestnuts that the trucks left behind and take them down to the factory in exchange for a few cents.

The journey down to the fields was a long one. On this particular day, my older sister and I would be making the journey to the fields together. We dressed warm as it was freezing outside and started walking. It took us about half an hour to get to the fields. When we got there, there were many other children who were also collecting the chestnuts from the ground. The ground was covered in snow and my fingers were starting to freeze as we were picking up the nuts in the snow. I remember my sister telling me to put my hands between my legs as that was the warmest part of my body at the time.

Once we had finished collecting the chestnuts, we would go down to the factory which wasn’t too far but was still quite a walk and we would exchange the chestnuts that we had collected for a few cents. With the money I collected I would then go down to the local village and buy some lollies with it. It would be my special treat as I didn’t get many sweets at home.



i have to still elaborate on it and its quite short but its only a start. tell me what you think.

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"Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls"

we have just started poetry in class and i must say i really enjoy poetry.
im not that good of a poetry writter but i will try and attempt a few in my live journal.
here goes

A beautiful Day

The sound of rain wakes me.
The wind is uncontrollable,
like a raging fight.
I feel cold so i pull the dooner higher
over me.
Light is creeping through my blinds,
i open them,
the sun blinds me.
Its a beautiful day.

By Vanessa Ruggiero

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This week in our lecture we did our essay. I thought it would have been different but it was ok. The movie we had to watch by Henry Lawson, was a real touching story. I felt sympathy for the man who came back to his country town out that non of his old friends were there, as they were either deceased or had left the town. It was sad. :(

“The Waltz” was a story in which I really liked this week. I thought it was funny how it was written. What she says and what she actually wants to say. A funny part of the short story that I liked was when the man she is dancing with kicks her in the shin and in her head she is thinking “For god sakes, don’t kick you idiot….Oh, my shin. My poor, poor shin..” but out loud she says to the man “Oh, no, no, no. Goodness no. it didn’t hurt the least little bit..” I find that quite amusing. I liked reading the waltz because it reminded me of when I did dancing when I was younger, although I didn’t have to dance with a partner and I have to say I enjoyed it more. :P

I also believe from reading this story that society inflicts how she has to act. She has to be nice even though she doesn’t actually want to be. I also believe that she is some what ungrateful because I believe that they only reason she is thinking so rudely is because she doesn’t want to dance with that man but I believe it was someone else who had asked her to dance she would be thinking differently.

The other story we read, “Selections from My cousin, My Gastroenterologist” was the most confusing, unusual story I think I have ever read. To me the story didn’t make much sense and I actually don’t think it was supposed to. I found it quite hard to think of what to write about that would make my story sound similar to Mark Leyner’s style. It was a real challenge, you would think it would be easy to just write down a whole bunch of things that in some way don’t make sense but its not that easy. The way Leyner writes shows us his views on society. Leyner doesn't so much tell us stories (although, he does in a way) but he string together bits of observations, pop-culture references, commentary and completely random bits of actual fiction.