Bonnie


 * Name:** //Jeanne Simon//
 * Age:** 23
 * Gender:** Female
 * Occupation:** A farmers wife and a mother of two.
 * Social Class:** Third Estate
 * Financial situation:** Poor
 * Appearance:** Pale skinned green eyed, wavy chestnut hair, short and skinny. Often is badly dressed: homemade course cloth made into a simple dress, apron and sometimes wool in the winter.
 * Daily routine:** In the morning, before everyone in the house hold is up, I get up and start preparing breakfast which is normally just a small portion of bread. Then I go and feed the chickens, collect eggs, and milk the cows. At roughly about 6 am, I wake everyone up and eat breakfast. Later when my husband and my two children are in the fields working, I would then go and tend the vegetables. Then I would take vegetables, eggs, and milk to the market and sell them and make some money to support the family. After I get back, I would prepare lunch for my family which is also a small portion of bread. At noon, I would go into the fields and help with the plowing. Then I would go back and start doing the laundry and lay out the wet clothes in the fields to dry. At roughly about 5 pm, I would start preparing for dinner, some bread and a bowl of soup. After dinner, I would wash the dishes, clean and tidy the house, make the beds and then at about 9pm I would finally get my rest.
 * Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:** I tend to be a little indecisive; I am easily persuaded by others. I also like to be very clean and neat. I also hate Marie Antoinette.
 * Past/individual-family history:** Tracing back, we origin from Italy, my great great great great grandfather got exiled from Italy and fled to France, where he started a family. My whole family is also indecisive like I am.
 * Family:** I was born into a poor family and received no education; I have a younger brother and had an older sister. She died because of some mysterious disease. My father and mother were farmers and now they are retired and lives with my brother and his family.
 * Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them):** I rarely socialize other than going to the market and selling stuff, and most of the time I am easy going. The people I deal with are mainly the people that are in the same social group as me, and towards them I am quiet friendly. I think that the upper class people are very selfish and ignorant. I have no reactions when I see one, but I really hate Marie Antoinette.
 * Religion:** Catholic
 * Education:** Received no education
 * Style of speaking in France:** Normal peasant style
 * Languages you speak:** Only French
 * Main privileges and/or conflicts:** I have to pay unfair taxes to the king and the church but I receive nothing back. The taxes that I pay are so much but they won’t even let me vote!
 * Portrait:** [[image:french1.jpg]]

=Diary # I: Before the Storm= //As I got out of bed, I was surprised to find that it was not raining today. As you all know, it had been raining for about a week already. All the crops are flooded because of the rain and all the animals are nearly all sick because of being kept in the house for too long. Every night, I prayed to God, praying that the next day it would be sunny; and today my prayers finally got answered. I was so happy that I dropped to my knees to pray and thank the Lord.// //“Dear God, thank you for answering my prayers. Thank you so much. Amen.”// //Full of joy, I went and freed the chickens and fed them an extra portion of grain; milk the cows and filled their food plates; picked up the eggs and headed back into the house. Then I went to preparing breakfast; and because I am in a very good mood, I prepared eggs with bread for everyone in the house hold. Then I skipped across the room to wake everyone up, my husband and my two children were also delighted to see the change in the weather and the food on their plates.// //After my husband and my two children went into the fields to fix the damage made from the devastating weather, I went to go and tend the vegetables. Not much was left, some where trampled on by the heavy rain and some where dying beside the others. So I filled nearly half a basket with the ones that “survived”; then I headed out to the market to go and sell these vegetables along with the eggs and milk to make some money.// //As I arrived at the market, the scene stunned me. The usual sad faces of the sellers were replaced by bright and cheerful faces, the old negative tone was no longer sorrowful, it was positive. And the people floated around the market place instead of the usual heavy footed footsteps, everything around here became more optimistic than before. I think it is because of the beautiful weather today.// //But then I heard something terrible when I was about to head home after all my vegetables, milk and eggs were sold. Some people heard from the nobles that the tax percentage is going to be increased again! The whole market place was filled with anxious conversations. Some people said that the nobles didn’t want to pay the tax so they are all making us, the third estate pay; some said that King Louis XVI wants more money to spend; some said that the church wants more money. But I think it’s that old witch (Marie Antoinette) wants more elegant dresses and palaces and parties, so she wants us the poor people to pay for her. I HATE HER.// //I was absent minded when I got home. What are we going to do? We barely make enough to pay for all the taxes right now. And they are going to increase the tax! This is torture. We are all going to be homeless and die on the roads if the tax keeps on increasing. My poor children would have nothing to eat and starve! My whole family’s life is going to be jeopardized!// =Diary #2: From Crisis to Revolution (Diaries from "The Moderate Stage", Reading 2)=   When I woke up today, it was really dark and depressing; it was raining again. As I went through my daily routine: feeding the chicken, collecting the eggs, milking the cows, making breakfast, tending vegetables and going to the market to sell my goods, I saw something that really angered me. Every direction that my eyes followed to, there was the Declaration of the Rights of Man posted everywhere on the walls in the city. Even though now every men had equal rights among themselves but there was no single rights that was given to us. It had been about two month already since the formation of the national assembly. And the people in the assembly promised us peasants and everyone in France change, but I could not believe that their meaning of change was for men only, not us, because we are woman. It really angered me because they made no changed for us, we still had no social rank, we still had no rights, we still had no power, and we were still treated as garbage. As I depressingly walked back home, I saw something that was very um interesting, as you could say. I saw the clergy ( Emmanuel Bagley)  with a woman; they seemed so close and loving. They even had a child carried in each of their arms. Then he saw me and froze, his face turned white and he murmured something to the woman and quickly left, leaving the two children in her arms, I offered to help her carry the children because she looked devastated with the two children in her arms, but she just quickly glanced at me and ran away. I cannot believe that the clergy is so corrupted! I can’t believe that he is preaching about God and is having a secret girlfriend outside of the church! He is not allowed to have a family! He is breaking the rules! As I thought about this more and more, it makes me realize something. Something that rarely of us third class people have thought about doing. People like us, who think the church is being reckless about where our money is spent, so far we usually only talk among themselves and none of us have yet dared to bring the subject up to the clergy because if we did, we clearly would be exiled from the church and country. But now, after seeing the clergy breaking the rules himself, I think that it won’t harm us by doing the same thing, and bring up our opinions about how corrupted the church is. As I was thinking and walking at the same time, an elegantly decorated horse carriage passed me, and instantly, I knew who was sitting on it: Marie Antoinette. It startled me that was still dared to come out of her palace; so many people hate her and Louis now. I even heard that some people wanted to kidnap them and kill them. But probably it’s not true, since many people still like their monarch. There was a tomato that I was holding and planning to eat on the way home, but I had he sudden urge to throw it at her, lucky for her, I resisted, or she would have a tomato smelling and looking hair.  I used jennifers character - Jennifer also, Eidlih -Eidlih  =Diary #3= = = As I opened my eyes today, it was a terrifying scene. It smelt really bad, like rotten eggs and dead mice, then I looked around, it was dark and gloomy. Then I realized something, I was trapped, trapped in this pig hole. In this jail, even though I did not do anything! Now I remember, it was yesterday late at night when they came and got me, they said that I was against the government and that I was bad so they tied me up and sent me here, along with my whole family. They sent us into different cells and locked us up, and they bleated us up, it was terrifying. Now I can hear the door unlocking and opening, one of the guards came in and kicked me, threw a molded piece of bread at me and left. I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell them that I did not go against the government, that I am innocent. But I knew that it won’t be any use. I know that they would just kick me and slap me until I confess that I am guilty. And now, I can hear screaming, screaming from above, I guess that they “caught” someone else again. Then they unlocked my cell, and thrust the person at me, I quickly scooted to my left so that the person would not pile on top of me. Then she began to sob, louder and louder. I rose to my feet and went to her, asking what was wrong. Later I found out that she could not peak so I offered her a stone that I found and told her to write her name on the floor. Her name was Fera Jaka, she was 34 years old, a farmer. And she got sent here because they saw her mumbling to someone and they thought that she was talking about her opinions against the government, which is obviously untrue. I felt really bad for her, she wrote down that she was really hungry so I offered her the last but of my molded bread, she gulfed it down. Now its dark and its raining outside, I long for my husband and my two children. Where are they? How are they? I wondered. Then some people passes my cell, they are sending the victim out to get beheaded. I lifted my head up and was bewildered. It was my husband. We caught each others eyes and held our gaze for a second. Then one of the guards kicked my husband to move and then he was gone. I can’t live with out him! What am I going to do? I thought about going to save him, but how? My feeble self won’t even go past the guards. Then I knew the solution, I should protest against them. Even if it wont work and I end up dying, but its worth the try. So now diary, farewell, I am going to put you into this secret little hole that I found in this jail. Hopefully, one day someone will come by and see you and pick you up. I think this is it. Good bye, diary, thank you for being my companion. Yours truly, Jeanne.

 I used kenji - Kenji