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Name: Joanna Chapelle Age: 17 Gender: Female Occupation: Artist Social Class: Third Estate Financial situation: Poor, but wealthy enough to provide family with food. Unable to use money for other goods besides the necessities of life. Appearance: Messy Brown hair, ocean-colored eyes, freckled cheeks. Skinny, but tall for her age with matured expressions. Appears to be very weak and clumsy. Location ( [|Map of France], [|Map of Paris] Must be in the Paris region.  Habitual locations: (where are you found most of the time?) Lives in a small cottage with all her siblings and father located near Romainville.  Daily routine: (typical day for you)  Waking up early to go to town to get breakfast for my family and sell my finished artworks.  Cleaning the house, and taking care of the babies.  Going to nearby neighbors and offering them help.  Play and Take care of siblings.  Going out to the field to bring father his lunch and talk with him.  Sketching and Painting at night when everyone falls asleep.  Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Shy yet determined, mature, responsible, caring, generous, giving, graceful but clumsy. Past/individual-family history: Mother passed away while giving birth to her youngest baby sister. She has a 2 brothers and 3 sisters, being the oldest herself. Her father busy working in the field, she takes care of her brothers and sisters while helping old neighbors and her father in tough situations. Family: (spouse? siblings?...) Father: Abel Chapelle, Brother: Andre Chapelle, Sister: Alison Chapelle, Brother: David Chapelle, Sister: Daphne Chapelle, and Sister: Gabrielle Chapelle. Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in the class, AND your opinions and feelings about them): Helps neighbors near the cottage, she is giving to peasants as they suffer the same routines and life as her family. She does not hate but she is against the power and wealth given to the upper class men. Yet she respects and obeys her superiors. Religion: Catholic Education: Basic Education: Reading, Writing, and Basic Math. Languages you speak: Poor French Main privileges and/or hardships: Struggles to maintain her dream of being and selling her artwork because she is busy taking care of her family. Being the oldest daughter of a motherless family, at a young age, she is basically a teenage mother. Her family however does not struggle with money, her father getting fair pay on the field and her artwork being sold, and her brothers helping around town for some money. Portrait: (find one online and paste it in) =My Revolutionary Diary: Joanna Chapelle Block D= Journal #1: July 13, 1789 Dear Diary, Gabrielle woke up in the middle of the night, crying. I didn't get much sleep last night, but I think I've finally grown used to it. I woke up extra early to head to town this morning. I sold two paintings to an old noble couple. My last customer of the morning was a young girl named Cosette carrying her bread back to her cottage. Delighted that she was the same age as I was we started walking around town in the early morning. I felt her sympathy and pain she could relate with my life. She worried about her father deeply everyday he stepped out of the door. She was patient and listened to what I had to say. It was one of the few times in my life I ever connected with someone my age. Being the only teenage girl in my neighborhood I only talked with elders and I couldn't bring out my childish tales to them. We talked about how we thought it was stupid for the king and queen to be spending money, when our families were starving. It was the first time I ever talked about the monarchy to someone. I had never mentioned it to family and neighbors...It felt good to finally have someone to share my thoughts and opinions with. As we talked, it was soon lunch time, we stopped to say our goodbyes. Just then, troops rushed into town. Scared, we took back our goodbyes as we hid in the nearest store. I did not know what was going on, but thankfully Cosette was one step ahead of me. She exclaimed that the troops had been trying to break the National Assembly. She explained that the National Assembly was basically representatives from people like us. They believed that it was unfair and wanted to separate from the Estate-General. Amazed at what she told me, I wondered how many other things I didn't know that was happening around me. After a while, we were both very comfortable speaking to each other. She explained more about the National Assembly and her father's position. She talked quietly and calmly about her father attending meetings for discussion. While she was explaining more about her father, I could hear how worried about him she was through her shaking voice. I looked at her deep in the eyes and she looked down, so I did not dare question her anymore. I smiled at her releasing the tension and she I could see the relief in her smile. As I was making my way home, I thought about Cosette's various expressions. It was very easy to see what she was feeling and thinking. She was not hard to get along with, she was very open and easy to talk with. I felt I could connect with her feelings she did not say out loud. I laid out my art supplies and painted that evening. I started off drawing a face, to hair, to a familiar face. I had drawn Cosette. I picture of her expression I remembered the most that afternoon. Her worried expression when she talked about her father. I hope she'll be okay.

Journal #2: June 30, 1791 Dear Diary, I didn't get much sleep again tonight. My father did not come in until late at night. I stayed up until he came home near midnight. He had sprained his ankle on the field, and was limping through the door. He can't work for a week, I better get painting. I stayed up all night drawing landscapes, buildings, parts of flowers, and my mother. When my father saw the artwork of my mother, he asked if we could hang the photo on the wall. I smiled, and nodded my head silently. Before the sun rose, I went down to town, setting up my paintings by price. I waited until the sun rose and put up the Sale sign on my wheelbarrow. A young gentleman came by observing my paintings, he seemed particularly interesting in the building painting. He looked up and asked in a gentle voice if I had painted this piece. I smiled and nodded. He hesitated for a while but asked me if I could make a clearer image of the same building so he could actually construct this building. I smiled and agreed without hesitance. I asked about the pay and location, and rushed home. I spent the entire day sketching and painting the building, trying to make accurate measurements. The next morning, I head out to town and ran to the construction area the gentleman called me too. When I met him, he greeted himself properly introducing himself as Edgar Guillemette. I showed him the painting and he smiled and got straight to work. While working, we received a newspaper from one of the workers. On the front page was an article about the Royal Family trying to escape out of France. Edgar laughed at the newspaper and exclaimed how stupid and silly it was, and how he had seen it coming. He talked about his opinions, like how weak Louis the XVI's leadership was and other members of the royal family. It had been such a long time since I held a newspaper, I read through the entire paper. I then agreed with Mister Guillemette not knowing what else to say. I felt stupid not knowing what had been going on in my own country all this time. I took the newspaper home with me that evening to shared it with my family. Father held the newspaper and read it very carefully. He said the same thing as Edgar did and carefully read through the other sections of the newspaper. I laughed as my father finally agreed with someone about anything, even though he had never met Edgar. He hasn't been himself since my mother's death, but he seems to be back to normal tonight. His eyes met mine and he laughed with me.

Journal #3: August 12, 1803 Dear Diary, Today, I decided to get up extra early and head out somewhere different to sell my artwork today. Plus, I needed a change of scenery. I went to the Notre Dame and set up my art supplies on the end of the road. Being my first time there, I examined the scenery and all the different people gathered around the area. As I lifted my brush to paint, a heard a girl mumbling bits of words and sentences. I looked up to see a girl near my age. She looked like she was in a rush, but as I greeted her with a smile she turned back to me. She was holding a newspaper so I asked if I could read it with her. She agreed and introduced herself as Éponine Thénardier and came over to where I was seated. As she sat down, I examined her from head to toe. She reminded me of Daphne when she was only 7 years old, running around town dressed in rags because we were very short on money at the time. I knew it wasn't right to judge Eponine and I approached her as I would to anyone else. We read the newspaper together, helping each other understand what it was saying. We fell into a long conversation about a few particular articles about a man named Napoleon. I for one, admired the changes and reforms he had made, and the agreement signed between the State and the Church in France. I could not tell if she admired the changes as much as I did, but we did agree that the lycées was a good change. Though I knew my sisters could not attend these schools, Eponine and I both thought of the education our brothers could get. They could all grow up to be educated young adults, make their own family and have a better life than their tough childhood. Eponine also mentioned the economy in France finding its stability. The last thing I remember talking about that afternoon was about the Revolution. I had to admit it had not effect me nor my family. She talked about herself for a while. She told me how the revolution gave her many hopes of a better life. For a girl who did not get much education, she talked very deeply about her feelings. Though the revolution had given her many hopes, she also felt it made her life much more harder and complicated. The price of food had not been lowered and the streets of Paris were still full of danger. She talked about how she had more to eat these days, we both smiled and giggled as I shared my loaf of bread. When I got home that evening, I thought about what she had said. The revolution had been happening all along, but had it really affected my family and me? I admit, from reading the newspaper today, many brilliant changes had been made. Though, it does not deal with me in particular. It can have a bright future for my brothers, and maybe even later on my sisters. For me, my childhood has already passed before my eyes. I'm working and taking care of my family, and the only things that stress me are food and safety. Eponine mentioned the food prices had not been lowered at all, and I still had to worry everyday when I head to to town to work, when my father leaves to the fields, my siblings going outside on their own. It wasn't over yet, our lives would continue the place we left them off. Like Eponine said, the revolution gave us hope while making our lives more difficult. As for me, my life will continue, without the effect of the revolution.