French+Revolution+Ant+Farm+Block+A+Chung+Wonjae+(Elliot)


 * Name: Claudia De Bosc **
 * Age: 15**

**Financial situation:**
**- She is very poor. She owns no lands, but she farms in a land in which she payed a rent for, and pays a tremendous amount of taxes too. Plus, she has to support her mom and her sister who can't work at the moment. Because of that she does arduous works to support all her family, and has a challenging life.**

**Appearance:**
===- She has narrow eyes, and has a prominent nose. Her hair is very short. But most of the time, she wears a hat, which was the last gift that her father gave before he was shot. Even though Claudia is a female, she also seems masculine wearing a hat. She has thick lips.=== === **Location ( [|Map of France], [|Map of Paris]) __F' de Villieras__ ** ===

**Habitual locations: (where are you found most of the time?)**
**- She spends most of her time outside in the farm. When she's not, she spends her time with her mom and her sister in a small farmhouse that is falling apart.**

**Daily routine: (typical day for you)**
**- The first thing she does everyday is feeding the animals. Then, she goes to work and take cares of the farm. When her sister and her mother wakes up, she prepares meal for them. And when they finish eating, she eats the leftovers. After eating, she goes back to work. She works all day. Every evening at the sunset, she prepares all family their second meal. Then, she eats too, and spends the rest of the night with their family and go back to sleep.**

**Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:**
**- She is very mature for her age, and is very optimistic, although she's not as optimistic as in the old days. She's sick of life already, but she knows she can't do anything because of their social level and due to the knowledge she has. But she always tries hard. She always keeps her chin up, and is very strong. In fact, she's as strong as a 20 year old man.**

**Past/individual-family history:**
**- Her father was shot, and she was in the sight. The person who shot her father was riding on a horse, so she assumed that the person who shot was very rich, probably working in the government. The day before the death of her father was Claudia's birthday, the day which she received her first hat from her father. (She doesn't remember)** **- There must be something happened to her mother, but she doesn't know anything about her mother. Ever since she could remember her mother wasn't able to speak. She would just smile.**

**Family: (spouse? siblings?...)** **Mother: Camille De Bosc** **Younger Sister: Mary De Bosc**

**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):**
She built no relationship with other people, because she doesn't like getting along with other people. The only man she deals with all the time is Bernard Dupont, the seigneur of the land she works on. Bernard Dupont is very capricious, and she doesn't appreciate his personality trait. Mostly Bernard is very relentless, and therefore she has hard times.

**Main privileges and/or hardships:**
**- She doesn't have any privileges, but she has lots of hardships. First, her financial situation very poor. Although she works all day for most of time, she is still poor because she has to support all her family members, pay Bernard for the rents, and has to pay taxes to the government. Also, she lives in a small farmhouse that is breaking apart. Due to that, her and her family members suffer during winter season. Lastly, she always has conflicts between her unmerciful seigneur, and her daughter [|Serene Laurant]. F** **rom that, she always suffers.**

**Portrait: (find one online and paste it in)**




Dear Diary,

Just like yesterday, the cock crowed to announce the coming of dawn, and I woke up. I was busy this morning because today was a special day. This morning, I headed my way to the markets. What I had on my wheelbarrow were few months of works; crops and fruits. I was very excited that I could get some new clothes for my mom and Mary, my lovely sister. When I exited the farm, there was Serene Laurant, just as I expected. She showed up in my dream last night. She was the daughter of my unmerciful seigneur, and in fact, she was worse. She called me a fatty, and kicked the wheelbarrow that I was drawing. I couldn’t dare to punch her. Her father was a distant cousin of Louis XVI, and they had money. I just knew I couldn’t punch her. There was an evident difference between our class. Plus, I was working on their farm. I was always worried about them raising the rent fee again. No way... I don’t think I should even think about it. It’s already unbearable with the tax. Anyways because of that, I was delayed to see the happiness on my mom and Mary’s face. The air was frigid. The weather was getting very cold these days. But thinking of my mom and Mary, I could do everything. I put all the crops back to my wheelbarrow, and headed my way to Versailles. I walked up north for about three to four hours. It was worth it.

Just one more hill, and I could see the town. When I crossed over the hill, I could see that the town was absurdly crowded. I thought to my self, ‘Perhaps this is a good sign! I’m going to sell all the crops, and return to Mary and my mom with lovely clothes and delicious foods!’ But it wasn’t like what I thought. There was a meeting going on. I could see that there were lots of people like me; there were lots of farmers and low class people. I could see a lot of people holding posters with one of their hands above their heads and swinging their other arms above their heads and shouting very loudly. I didn’t know what was written on the posters because I couldn’t read. One of them said, “We declare this meeting as the National Assembly since 96% of the nation are us! Low class people!” And the other guys shouted together, “Yeah!!! That’s right!” And I realized I myself too, was one of them. The system, things like tax, was definitely unfair for us. Even I myself knew that it’s unfair; despite of the fact that I was never educated. One guy rose up, who seemed very rich, and said that there will be a vote; one representatives from each estates. I guess there were three estates. Everything was new to me. The three estates were divided into clergy, nobility, and us; low class. But another guy within us said that it isn’t fair because 96% of the nation are third estates people. He argued that the voting should be based on head counts. I agreed. But I didn’t like to be involved in this. Precisely, I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I didn’t tell Marry and my mom about anything, and I just couldn’t thinking of them. Plus it was new, and it was too loud. I decided to go back and thought, ‘Maybe I’ll come back next time.’ I walked again, in the cold, and came back home. Mary saw no new clothes. “Claudia, who cares about clothes! Let’s go eat with mom!” I still remember what Mary said. I cried. And tonight, I should think about what I saw and heard in Versailles before I go to bed. Thinking of it again, it was actually far more interesting than I sought when I was in Versailles. And I realized myself that I was abhorring the government and the rich people. Stupid tax. And people like Serene. Plus, my father. I don’t know why, but whenever I think of the rich people and the government, they remind me of my father. I don’t know where my father went. I only remember the hat that he gave me for my birthday present. I always wear it. Perhaps there’s something I don’t remember. I don’t know.



Dear Diary,

It’s already been more than a month since i’ve been 19. Now, I was fully grown and so was Mary; not fully grown but mature enough. She was mature enough to do the works that I’ve been doing for years and years. Now, I had to worry about my future. But i didn’t have any thoughts. I never thought about marrying yet. I just wanted to take a break. I’ve always wanted go on a journey since the day I saw people declaring for the national assembly at Versailles. I always wondered, whether my comrades if i may say, achieved what they wanted or not. So we all agreed yesterday night of me taking a journey. I wanted to know more about what was happening these days in the center of my country. Mary always says I act like a man.

So at dawn, I headed my way to Paris. This was indeed a longer trip than to Versailles from my place. It took a long time to reach Paris, but I wasn’t tired. Most women would probably have been exhausted by then. I am not a typical woman. I have worked for my family since I was 8. Paris was very crowded. It was much more crowded than when I was in Versailles four years ago. Extremely crowded. I knew something was happening. However, I thought something joyful was happening. Like a concert. I’ve never been to a concert, so I don’t know anything about it. But i heard it is something that draws people and that makes people happy. My heart was pounding with excitement.

I was very excited. To see what was happening, I had to make my way through all the people. The more I got closer, the more my heart was racing with excitement. Ergo, I was disappointed. I didn’t know what was happening. There was this big board, a wooden board I think it was, placed on the ground. And there was a hole. Plus, there was this sparkling and pretty yet mysterious metal hanging on top of the board. Then, this man walked up to the wooden board, and shoved his head into the hole. Precisely, some men behind him forced him to. His hands were tied. Then the crowd shouted insanely, “KING LOUIS!” He was the king. He was the king. Yes, he was the king. I don’t remember how I felt when I realized that he was the king. But this is not important. The next scene horrified me. I was shocked. No. I was immensely shocked; or I guess it’s more right to say that I was as much as shocked that it’s impossible to describe how shocking the scene was. The metal that I thought pretty started to drop. I thought, ‘What the hell! That’s going to kill him!’ That five seconds felt longer than years I’ve always waited for today’s journey. I’ve never been this emotional. That’s why Mary always said I am so masculine. But I realized I’m not. The pretty metal turned out to be the ugliest object that I have even seen, and awakened my subconscious. Men were laughing and cheering. I cried. But why? He was the one who made me pay so much tax, and who let the society be so unfair. Blood. I saw blood somewhere. I shouldn’t have come to Paris. The blood I saw today awakened my bloodiest and most disturbing memory of my life. My father was killed. I was there. He was killed by these people who I assumed were rich because they were on their horses, and I could just tell by their appearances. I hate noblemen. But why did I cry when the king was killed? I don’t know. It proves me again, that I’m a girl.

When I was crying so bad, there was this good looking man that helped me. He asked if I’m alright, and asked if I would like to have a rest in his house. Sure, why not. I went to his house, had a drink, and I don’t remember since then. I woke up. It was seven. I wanted something to eat, but I realized that I didn’t even know the name of this man. He said he was Alexandre Fitzory. He was a composer, and he was very friendly. I didn’t know why the execution happened today. I told him that I was at Versailles when people were declaring for the national assembly to be formed, and told him that since then, I was at my farm for the whole time. Before he started to speak, he played some music. This was concert. It calmed me down. When I was calmed, he started to speak.

So I guess lots of things have happened when I was gone. He told me that after about a month I left Versailles, the National Assembly was formed; which was the first progress that we made in the act of revolution. But later he said, that there was a rumor that Louis was intention to use military force to dismiss the National Assembly. From this, there was another big incident; the storming of Bastaille he phrased, and told me that a lot people died. And in October the same year, there was the Women’s march. He said that thousands of Parisian women rioted over the rising price of bread, and said that because of this, Louis left from Versailles to Paris. I felt I should have been there, because I also suffered from it. Anyways, he said that later, the noblemen declared their love of liberty and equality, and said that the society seemed to become more peaceful. He said it was actually very peaceful, until the Jacobins came to rule. The Jacobins he said, caught Louis from the attempt to flee France. According to Alexandre, the Jacobins said that the attempt of Louis to flee France meant abdication, and ergo France could be a republic. The Jacobins started to rule, and called treason for Louis, and prisoned him. And since then, he said, the peace was no more. He told me that other noblemen of the neighboring countries who wanted Louis to be back in throne got mad, which made them to attack France. There were wars, and he said that the place I was standing on was still on war. I was afraid. Shouldn’t I leave? I decided to leave this place tomorrow. He anticipated that something big’s going to happen tomorrow.

What’s happening... I should not have come here. The biggest mistake of my life. However, it was very fortunate to meet Alexandre. When I return tomorrow, I want Alexandre to come with me. Is this love? I don’t know.

Dad, how are you? Do you see the hat I’m wearing right now? I wear this all the time! I miss you, and I’m sorry. Good night.



Dear Diary,

It was brilliant. Today, Napoleon was crowned as the Emperor of France. Thinking back, from Louis XVI, lots of things have changed; indeed. Although the revolution has gone awry for a few times from what I heard (since I was not involved), it didn’t matter now because it was perfect now. I remember I was desperate everyday, when I was about eight, always thinking about the ways to support my family. And I remember the unbearable situations due to mind-blowing taxes and my unmerciful seigneur and her daughter. Napoleon was great, and I was totally in for more revolutions to occur if the country was under his power.

He was dressed in a splendid robe of purple velvet. He walked down the long aisle of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. There were thousands of people watching, and our family, all of us, were there. Napoleon was a short man. In fact, he was shorter than me. But the grandeur and the magnificence of him was absolutely mesmerizing that no one really cared about his height, and interestingly, he seemed taller than anyone else. A man who sat next to us was very disturbing. When we were waiting for Napoleon to enter, he suddenly started to talk to me. “Hey, I am Jean Harcourt. What do you think about the society these days? I hate it. It’s stupid. I miss Louis XVI. You won’t believe this, but I used to work for him. And, god! I miss distressing the peasants. Disgusting peasants. Can never forget about their dirty looks. You know, whenever I’d say I will increase the rent fee of the lands, they’d fall to their knees and cry. Ha!” Let him talk to himself, I thought. Act deaf! The only priority for me at the moment was to enjoy Napoleon entering to be crowned as the emperor.

Although I’ve mentioned about this several times in my earlier diaries, I want to talk about it once more. Napoleon brought order and stability to France! He changed the government, religion system, and most importantly, the economy of France. He fired corrupt officials, created code of laws, and many other things to make the government honest, and have equal opportunity in within the government. And to strengthen the government, he weakened the Catholic Church by taking some of their lands. Church lost power, and from this, not only the government gained power but it also contributed to the tolerance of other religions. It didn’t really matter to me since I don’t follow any religions, but I saw lots of people being glad about it, and was good to see. And lastly the economy. For equal taxation and lower inflation, he tried to do lots of things. He set up fairer tax codes, stabilized currency, and more things. The result was equal taxation, and stable economy. From this, Mary, my mom and I could eat more, didn’t have to pay the mind-blowing taxes, didn’t have to be as submissive as we were to our seigneur, and didn’t have to feel interior to other nobles. Of course, they’d have much more money. But that didn’t matter, because we had enough, and enjoyed farming and interacting with people in the markets.

Again, it was indeed a great sight today. I wish Napoleon could keep his work. But you never know what’s going to happen; like how the society have changed drastically over my teenage years. I want to speak to two people finishing this diary; to my father, and to whom who may be alive or not, I don’t know. Dad, do you see the changes? Do you see Mary, Mom and I living happily together? Man, like how you told me to be like, I’m very optimistic. And, it really helps! Thank you, and I wish you were here. Alexandre Fitzory, where in the world would you be? You were the one that helped me overcome the depression, and I want to hear more of you music. Perhaps someday, I’ll get to meet you... Let the peace continue forever!