Dear diary,
Today was filled with
emotions filled to the very brim. The
first event that took place was mother’s proposal of marrying Paris. The
thought of marriage to a stranger twice my age was somewhat unsettling but
being respectful to my distant mother, I decided to say that it was an honour I
dreamt not of. Mother describes him as somewhat valiant but it is not my heart’s desire to
be wed to someone much older and so foreign to me. The thought that my mother
being very distant from me was now suggesting a man for me to marry was
somewhat annoying. Refraining from sounding my own opinions, I allowed mother
to continue ranting about this stranger and she was so bold to even claim that Verona’s summer hath not a
flower like him and she somewhat concluded asking if I could accept his
love. Thinking carefully I stated that I would try to like if it pleased her
but I would go no further without her consent. Mother was obviously very
pleased with this and left to attend to the party that was just about to start.
The night then
progressed on naturally until without prior notice a dear chap grasp my hand
and inquired if he could hold my hand and proclaimed that I was a holy shrine. Shocked by
his bravery and courage I was inclined to indulge in this behavior and flirted
with him slightly. I felt rather gleeful of being capable of this. He then
grasps my face and planted a kiss on my lips with his very own, referring to
them as pilgrims. Truth
be told diary, the kiss was simply incredible and did he kiss by the book. In that
very moment, I felt like a sense of content and discomfort filled me and I
wasn’t sure what to do. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by nurse as she
called for me. It seemed as if I and Romeo were incapable to part for a second
but then nurse appeared beside me and dragged me away.
During that moment, nurse
informed me that Romeo was a Montague! The fact that my only love sprung from my only hate was
shocking. Depression then took over me and I decided to go to my balcony and
reason with this treacherous revelation. You see diary, take a rose and call it by a
different name would it still not smell as sweet? This overwhelming feeling of
love was so strong that I exclaimed O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? I continued this
soliloquy of mine stating Romeo, take all of me. As I took a break from my soliloquy, out of the
shadows stepped out fair Romeo! Embarrassed and thrilled I was not sure which
emotion I had displayed more of. I could already feel the blood rushing to my
cheeks giving me a blush, but thank God it was dark and night. Fear crept into
my heart for Romeo as I realize the amount of danger he had put himself him and
I simply did not want him in a position like this. Romeo then boldly stated how
he would rather have a moment of my love then to live without it; this caused
my heart to flutter like a hummingbird.
Romeo then ask for
the exchange of my love’s
faithful vow for his, and this cause a sense of glee over me and made my
heart pound. I then parted with a proposal of marriage tomorrow and boy was I
filled to the brim with joy! Now that I’ve calmed down truth is, I’m worried of
the outcome of our actions but I can only hope for the best and expect the
worse. Goodnight diary
I really thought that you had good use of the English vocabulary. I especially liked the phrase "a dear chap". I liked how you first talked about the proposal. It then showed what feelings Juliet had before the party.It was really good.
ReplyDeleteYou have chosen your quotations very well indeed, and your narrative account of recent events is very strong. I also agree with Zanoby that you have clearly tried to adopt a formal English tone, although I might argue that this makes it sound a little less like her diary entry and more like something more formal. What do you think?
ReplyDeleteOn the whole, your understanding is clear, and I enjoyed reading it - but I think that there were some other key quotations you could have included to give us the fullest insight into her frame of mind at this point.
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