My mom is the drama teacher at our school and I chose to interview her because I already knew a lot about her, but I found out that there is a whole other side to her. I love my mom and I love learning about her. This was a really fun experience because I jumped into my mom’s childhood and upbringing. My mom has always been an amazing person in my eyes, but when I heard her stories I really thought about my mom’s entire life. I have always been interested in my mom’s life because she turned out to be such a kind and loving human being that I wanted to learn more about how she came to be. My interview happened in my house and I was on the couch. My mom and I had a nice interview and I learned a lot about my mom’s history and her career.
We wrote letters to the people we wanted to interview for our project. The letter asked about things that I would want to learn more about. I really loved this project and I felt like I did a lot of thoughtful writing. It was all handwritten, but luckily for me I have great handwriting. I gave it to my mom and when she read it and agree I was quite happy. I kind of knew that she wasn’t going to say no because she’s my mom and this is a school project. I had a lot of fun writing it and the entire time was fun too.
I thought about what I wanted to ask my mom and I had to really dig deep because I know her well. I had to think of questions that were thoughtful and still had a lot of ways to go. I think that I did good questions because I got a lot of good responses.These are the questions I came up with:
What is your favorite part about your job and why?
What was your childhood like?
What’s a moment in your life that made you change as a person?
If you could re-do your life what would you change and why?
What was the biggest difference between England and America?
What do you miss about England?
Where have you been and where do you want to go and why?
What was the hardest challenge in life?
Who helped you through the hardest moment of your life?
We wrote our step that we took in a document. Here are mine:My step 2 doc
I feel really good on how it turned out. I put a lot of time and effort into it and I think it payed off. I am proud to present My interview.
June 17th, 1348
Dear Cousin Cecily and Sarafina,
I am writing to you for I must tell you the pain that has happened in the last month. It seems that the palace has gone under way with death. My maids must be all be sinners for they have the devil in them. They have fevers and black oozing bumps with puss. It’s just so revolting. The smell makes me want to vomit. It smells like rotting flesh. Sadly my best friend from the town died from it. My father has made the decision to lock me in my room and to keep out all the other maids. My little brother past away after being in a lot of pain and torture. I am happy that it ended but I am very upset. He was only five. Why did the devil have to take him? Why? I can’t cope with the pain. My mother has a fever and I fear it is the end for her too. If she dies I become queen. That’s so scary for me.
When I look out my window I see fires and blood on the streets. It can only be God’s disappointment. My town has gone down hill. Men whip themselves while the women soak up blood with cloths and put it on their eyes. I can’t bare to watch it. Cecily, please send me your luck and love. Send your love to all of England and I will send all my love to France. I miss you and Sarafina. I have never had better friends or cousins like you two. I wish I had you two here. You could help brush the tangles out of my blond hair for I can’t get a single comb through it. The deaths have depressed me enough to commit suicide. I look at the mirror and think that the demons should take me now. There’s no point in being alive it is obvious that I have sinned for why else would God punish me. I am only 17 and I have apparently been so bad that God himself is punishing me.
I hope that you are swell and happy. I wouldn’t bare another day alive if something happened to you. I don’t know if I can make it to July. My nails have grown long and my hair is getting darker. My blue eyes hang down with all hope lost like a tree without leaves. You might just call me a witch by now. I can feel it in my bones, the devil’s coming. Sometimes I feel like my heart just stops and I am lost in space. Floating with an endless pain scorching my stomach. My head loses life and I spin and drift in blood and death itself. I cry myself to sleep at night sometimes hoping I don’t wake up.
Is it wrong of me to want it to all end? The pain and deaths and all the madness. I wake up and taste blood from my lip for I have been biting it in fear. I hear shrieks and screams coming from the town. It is normally from the flagellants but sometimes I hear children yell out, “Help! Help!” from the streets because their family has died. I am not aloud to hug my family for they don’t think it is safe. I need love. This might be the last time I can write to you for a long time because I get weaker every day. I can barely put on my dresses any more. Sometimes I stay in my nightgown all day. No one sees me so what does it matter. Anyway I hope that you two are having a nice time in France. I would love to hear from you and how it’s going. How’s the family? As you know mine isn’t doing so well. I wish you the best of luck and God be with you for he is not with me. Send my kisses to your mother and father.
Lots of love, Jasmine Sucré John