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i did this play for GCSE its quite good, well if i remember rightly Mrs Birling is an upper class 'snob' who looks down on Eva, doesn't give her any money/aid etc.. she shows no remorse or compassion
Reply 2
Kish
How can i start this? what sort of words did they use in that time? have you got any good points to include? im writing about when she visited Mrs Birling at the charity. I am really stuck. Please help!!


i don't think words matter.....................just right about how she would have felt and why she lied about her identity
Saf!
i don't think words matter.....................just right about how she would have felt and why she lied about her identity


How about: Dear Diary,
today I went to see ......(put in the place)..... I was very nervous about the whole ordeal. I sat down on a chair and waited, i was so scared. Wishing I had someone proper to look after me. I felt like everyone was staring at me, like they knew about my secret. A woman told me she would see me now, she looked very smartand snobbish, she looked the part. I could never look like that. I sat at her desk and poured out my whole story. But when she asked for my name I didnt say my real name -I said it was Mrs Birling, I felt that if I told her she would probably tell all her friends and . She was really angry and then said that was her name. I started to cry and I could she was judging me, telling her self that I was some silly pregnant poor girl. Why does everyone have to judge me? I don't want this baby....really I dont. Anyway she told me shes not going to help me. What am I to do now? I'm stuck, hopeless me. Is life worth living anymore?
Reply 4
Fritz
How about: Dear Diary,
today I went to see ......(put in the place)..... I was very nervous about the whole ordeal. I sat down on a chair and waited, i was so scared. Wishing I had someone proper to look after me. I felt like everyone was staring at me, like they knew about my secret. A woman told me she would see me now, she looked very smartand snobbish, she looked the part. I could never look like that. I sat at her desk and poured out my whole story. But when she asked for my name I didnt say my real name -I said it was Mrs Birling, I felt that if I told her she would probably tell all her friends and . She was really angry and then said that was her name. I started to cry and I could she was judging me, telling her self that I was some silly pregnant poor girl. Why does everyone have to judge me? I don't want this baby....really I dont. Anyway she told me shes not going to help me. What am I to do now? I'm stuck, hopeless me. Is life worth living anymore?


yea, thats sounds gud! :wink:
Saf!
yea, thats sounds gud! :wink:


thank you very much
Reply 6
Fritz
thank you very much



Thanks for that but im not going to copy it im just gonna use parts of it, if thats alright with you?
Kish
Thanks for that but im not going to copy it im just gonna use parts of it, if thats alright with you?


That is absolouty fine, go ahead that just came from in my head anyway.
[COLOR=Magenta]ok peeps u got to help me on dis 1. i got to write da last ever entry for eva smith b4 u commits sucided. does n e 1 hae n e suggestions to help???
thanks
BLE$$ :cool:
[COLOR=Magenta]ok peeps u got to help me on dis 1. i got to write da last ever entry for eva smith b4 she commits sucided. does n e 1 hae n e suggestions to help me write dis or even get started???
thanks
BLE$$ :cool:
Reply 10
''Goodbye cruel world''

or

''G'Bye CRuLe WuRld''
Maybe something that suggests (although not overtly explicitly) the idea that it wasn't just one person's actions that have led her to this decision, or indeed just the Birlings' actions, but rather that it was society's treatment of her, thereby demonstrating that you understand that Priestley is trying to get across the message that this isn't just a one-off example involving Eva Smith and the Birlings but rather there are 'millions of Eva and John Smiths all over the world' (haven't done this since June but i think that quotation or similar is in the play somewhere). Perhaps ending by quoting E.M Forster's 'Only connect' (which is the idea Priestley built on).