Month: November 2014

During this essay I am going to discuss how The Tempest and Frankenstein use ways in which their characters exercise power and control. The tempest was written by William Shakespeare, its about Prospero (who was once the duke of Milan) seeking revenge on his younger brother Antonio because he stole the position of Duke of Milan from him. Prospero and his daughter have been banished to a remote island which they live on with two slaves (Caliban and Ariel). Frankenstein was written by Mary Shelley, its about a Victor Frankenstein’s pursuit for knowledge and how it leads to him making a terrible mistake of trying to recreate life. But the monster he created had betrayed him and started to murder Victors loved ones.

Power is the ability to influence or control the behavior of another individual in a particular way. Control is the power to influence or direct people’s behavior or the control of events. Revenge is the action of hurting someone physically or emotionally because they had previously done something wrong to you. Both these texts are very similar as they both explore the subject of revenge but they were written at different times and influenced by different things. Frankenstein was influenced by multiple things. These include the time Mary Shelley at Lake Geneva in Switzerland, the reading of a collection of ghost stories, a vision , etc. But i believe that the thing that inspired Mary Shelley the most to write Frankenstein was the romantic period.The Romantic period was an artistic movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century, it emphasized intense emotion such as apprehension, horror, terror and awe. It was displayed in visual arts, music and literature. The tempest was written by William Shakespeare and influenced by

Frankenstein and The Tempest are very similar texts

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• How is power and control present in Frankenstein

Imagine someone constantly trying to make your life a living hell. I doubt anyone of us would find this acceptable if this was happening to us or to someone whom we loved. Bullying happens daily but enough people recognise it to stop it. Most people don’t even care as it is not affecting their lives.  How many of you have called someone a name? How many of you have treated someone poorly? How many of you have judged someone on who they are or what they have done? If you fall under any of these categories then you are a bully! I am hoping this essay helps you to see the error of bullying and also to be able to recognise bullying and stop it.

So what is bullying? According to leading bullying expert Dr.Haber, Bullying is when you intend to harm someone repeatedly to make yourself more powerful.There are four different types of bullying. The first type of bullying is relational.This is when the bully seeks power over the victim by harming the victim’s relationships with others through blackmail, humiliation, manipulation of friendships, or other methods. Some examples include, making someone look bad, spreading rumors and threatening to reveal personal information. The second type of bullying is verbal. Verbal bullying is when a bully intentionally uses language to hurt or undermine another individual. Some examples include, teasing or poking fun, jokes at the victim’s expense, verbal rudeness, name calling with harmful intent, Intimidation and humiliation. The third type is physical bullying. This occurs when the bully intrudes on the victim’s physical space, threatens physical violence, or actually engages in unwanted physical contact. Some examples include,throwing objects or using objects without permission, stealing or hiding things and defacing with graffiti.The last type of bullying is cyber. Cyber bullying is a form of bullying which involves the use of email, cell phone and pager text messages, instant messaging, camera phones, and blogs to support hostile behavior by an individual or group towards others with the intent to harm. All four of these are different but at the end of the day they all have the same effect. Hurting another individual!

Bullying is so common in modern societies that people don’t even recognise it anymore. People believe it is a normal everyday activity. Calling someone stupid, is bullying. Hitting someone, is bullying.  Intentionally causing pain, is bullying. This is wrong!

Bullying causes so much damage that people who have been bullied tend to end up committing suicide. Four hundred and ninety six. That’s the number of people who have felt so insecure about themselves that they have taken their own life, this year. Four hundred and ninety six. Thats the number of people who are no longer with us, this year, because of someone else’s actions. Four hundred and ninety six. Thats the number of bullies, this year, who can now be considered as murderers…

Bullying is witnessed by people everyday. But either they are to scared to stop it or they dont even realise it is happening.  Victims of bullying would go to adults for help but the common response is, “Kids will be kids” or “They are just playing”. The bully would then think its acceptable to bully and they won’t stop. This is the reason why adults need to come down hard and stomp out bullying!

In Lancashire, April 1967, the first recognised bullycide was Steven Shepherd. In April 1998, Brian Franklish died whilst trying to escape the children bullying him. In Yorkshire, twelve year old Debbie Shaw agreed to a challenge by other girls to end her bullying and suffering. She fought the school bully and died of her injuries.Thirteen year old Roger Hillyard was found dead near his home after a lifetime of bullying.Sisters Samantha and Michaela Kendal were so taunted and bullied about being overweight, they went on a  hunger strike. Sadly both died. Fifteen year old Darren Steele was found hanged in his bedroom after a life of bullying and victimisation at school. In West Midlands, twelve year old, schoolboy, Stephen Woodhall hanged himself with his brother’s school tie rather than facing the bullies in school.”He must have been going through hell,” his father, Ken, said. Later, forty-seven-year-old Kenneth Woodhall also hanged himself. He had never got over the hanging suicide of his son Stephen. In September 1997, 13-year-old Salvation Army girl Kelly Yeomans took a fatal overdose after months of tormenting and bullying. Her bullies were given a slap on the wrist. This is wrong and you know it!

With technology becoming more advanced, bullying has become easier and easier. This is because more and more people are signing up and using social networking sites. for example the most common are ‘Facebook’, ‘Twitter’ and ‘Ask.fm’. Cyber bullying is probably the most common out of the four types of bullying, the reason for this is because bullies feel safe to bully because they have a screen to hide behind and because on many of these sites they have the choice to be anonymous.

Different people bully for different reasons. Jealousy, popularity and personally issues are the main reasons.  Bullies will even bully to follow the others. This is because in society today nobody wants to feel left out or isolated . Also people pick on others because they are different and weak.

Nine hundred thousand people suffer, or have suffered from bullying in Canada. This means that one in every five people have experienced what it’s like to be in fear of someone because they are basically manipulating and controlling your life.

Calling someone fat doesn’t make you any skinnier. Calling someone stupid does make you any smarter. Calling someone ugly doesn’t make you any better looking. This is why we should put a stop to bullying for once and for all. Let’s bully bullying!

English creative writing

The big, bright, bodacious sun had finally peaked and now towered all living things below. the scorching sunlight caressed the little boy as he frolocked about in a nearby forest. The trees stood as tall and strong as sacred pillars. The grass danced merrily as the wind blew ever so softly. The birds sang ever so beautifully, as the leaves on the trees were blossoming. Then at once a loud shriek of joyful laughter could be heard.

It was the young boy speeding around without a care in the world. He was enjoying a good game of Pirates, influenced by a Tv show he used to watch whilst he was an even younger boy. The boy loved this show as he loved the fact Pirates were free and did not abide by any rules but their own.

Deeper and deeper. Darker and darker. This was no longer the safe,warming and welcoming forest the boy knew. The forest had now transformed into something less safe, more dangerous. Something less warming, more cold. Something less welcoming, more hostile. The further and further the boy went into the forest the more and more terrified and worried he became. Instead of turning back and running, it was if a strange and ominous force was pushing him insisting he should carry on. Until he hit it.

A fence. It stretched for miles and miles and it had barbed wires on top. It was a metallic grey and it had a sign on it which meant anyone who dared to touch it would get a nasty surprise. The boy stood and watched it, daring not to take his eyes off it for a second, He was worried that if he wasn’t sharp or alert he might regret it. All life on the other side of the fense was deserted and derelict. Then almost instantaneously there was movement. The little boy darted for cover but never took his eyes off the fence. The boy watched in amazement as he saw figures flood out from a distant, old, aging, worn down building.

The boy stayed hidden but now watching the figures in the distance as they got closer. The boy could now see them clearly, in their striped clothing. Then a wave of excitement slid across his face. He had found someone who looked his age. As the idea of making a new friend was the only thought capable at the time,  he stepped out of hiding, got as close as he could to the death trap without touching it and called over to the boy in stripes in the quietest squeak anyone could manage. He did this to make sure he didn’t catch the attention of anyone else. Luckily the little boy in the striped clothing heard him first time.

The boy in stripes walked over and they both stared at each other, not letting one intimidate the other. They both looked so different compared to each other.  On one side of the fence you had one boy who had a soft face, neatly groomed hair and big round belly from all the pampering he had received. The other, so skinny that you could see his bones with ease. The silence was strong and no one dared to fill it. Then finally, “What’s your name”, said the little boy bravely. “I’ve forgotten”, whispered the boy in stripes slowly starting to get his courage. “How can you forget your own name, mine is Steve”, chuckled the little boy. “They just call us by our numbers now, i am number 5.6.2.”, proclaimed the boy in stripes. “Ohh…. I like stripes it matches what you are wearing, i shall now call you stripes”, Stevey proclaimed with a wide grin, he was proud of the name he had thought of.” The boy in the stripes quietly repeated, ”Stripes, stripes…. Yeah stripes thank you i really like it.” “By the way, why are you wearing striped pyjamas?”, Stevey questioned. “ I don’t know, all i know is that they came and took me and my family and brought us here where we was made to work and were given numbers”, Stripes sorrowfully said. “That’s unfair!”, Stevey said regretfully. There was a long pause and nobody said a word. The silence grew stronger and stronger enhancing the tension and making it more powerful. “Would you like to play with me? I’m playing pirates”, Stevey asked innocently. “Maybe tomorrow”, Stripes replied. “Why?”, Stevey looking more and more depressed. “it’s going to rain soon”, replied stripes wisely. Almost instantaneously rain started to pitter down from the sky above. within 10 seconds it was now raining heavily. It almost felt like rocks were coming down from the heavens to punish the two boys. “ i have to go now, sorry”, Stripes said sadly. “okay but you have to promise to play with me tomorrow”, the little boy exclaimed happily, glad he had found a friend. “I promise….”. Stripes ran off into the distance and as soon as he was out of sight, lightning hit.

The next day Stevey travelled again through the forest, less scared than he was the first time. He reached the fence which was now familiar to him and he waited. 8 hours passed, yet Stripes never returned…