Me! i tried and did 55 points! i will do anything for the correct answer!
assignment
annex perspectives
description
for this assignment, you will choose a resident of the annex (other than anne) and rewrite a journal entry from this individual’s perspective.
specifications
your entry should
• reflect what you have learned about the personality traits and viewpoints of the individual you select.
• adopt this individual’s perspective, as though you were seeing the world through this individual’s eyes. this should include
1. use of first-person pronouns (such as i, me, and my) to refer to this individual, not yourself.
2. a tone that realistically reflects how this individual would feel about the subject matter he or she writes about.
• you may select to rewrite one of the following entries:
1. tuesday, july 13, 1943, or
2. friday, october 29, 1943
• once you have completed your entry, you should write an additional one-paragraph (6–8 sentences) response explaining how the tone of the entry has changed and why you chose to make these changes.

i did read the book! i actually read the whole thing but i am still confused about this. i would like to be anne's sister, margot. and i would like to do friday, october 29, 1943.

friday, 29 october, 1943
dear kitty,
there have been resounding rows again between mr. and mrs. van daan. it came about like this: as i have already told you, the van daans are at the end of their money. one day, some time ago now, koophuis spoke about a furrier with whom he was on good terms; this gave van daan the idea of selling his wife’s fur coat. it’s a fur coat made from rabbit skins, and she has worn in seventeen years. he got 325 florins for it-an enormous sum. however, mrs. van daan wanted to keep the money to buy new clothes after the war, and it took some doing before mr. van daan made it clear to her that the money was urgently need for the household.
the yells and screams, stamping and abuse-you can’t possibly imagine it! it was frightening. my family stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding their breath, ready if necessary to drag them apart! all this shouting and weeping and nervous tension are so unsettling and such a strain, that in the evening i drop into my bed crying, heaven that i sometimes have half an hour to myself.
mr. koophuis is away again; his stomach gives him no peace. he doesn’t even know whether it has stopped bleeding yet. for the first time, he was very down when he told us that he didn’t feel well and was going home.
all goes well with me on the whole, except that i have no appetite. i keep being told: “you don’t look at all well.” i must say that they are doing their very best to keep me up to the mark. grape sugar, cod-liver oil, yeast tablets, and calcium have all been lined up.
my nerves often get rotten. the atmosphere is so oppressive, and sleepy and as heavy as lead. you don’t hear a single bird singing outside, and a deadly close silence hangs everywhere, catching hold of me as if it will drag me down deep into an underworld.
yours, anne.