Hannah

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Shakespeare diary entry:

Dear Diary, Good day, my name is Elizabeth Rogers and I am 17 years old. I'd like to admit that I am a very easy going young woman who enjoys painting and being outdoors but instead I am a very in doors, ordinary woman. I am from a very noble famly with much money and much respect. Therefore, I sit out in the garden with other young ladies my age and I do whatever is told of me. My father has just recently introduced me to my husband whose name is WIlliam Thomas. He's a good man, as from what ive heard and seen with my own two eyes. I would much rather be married later but because im wealthy, a young marrige is expected of me. In school my favorite topics to learn and teach other people is writing. Literature is very importnant to me and to my family. A typical day for me is dinner at 11:30 which usually consists of Perry, a slightly alcoholic drink with a taste of pear cidar, manchet (white bread made from wheat flour) and a block of cheese. My mother has supper ready every day at 6:00, she's never too late and never too early. Sometimes, if father is still at work, he won't come home for supper until around 9:00. He always says that making money is more important than eating at a specific time. I think hes right. Any time during the day, my younger sister Margaret who happens to be 10 now always asks to play board games. I guess I don't mind playing Hazzard with her once in awhile even though most of the time I let her win just so she feels accomplished. My family is Catholic and I'm certain that your not surprised to hear that because most people around here are Catholic. I have to admit though, I do enjoy going to church every now and then. People are expected to be seen in church atleast once a month but my family is a tad more religous and tends to go more then most people do. Which is quite fine with me because others seem to have more respect for people who spend hours in church, praying. It's awfully late right now and I do indeed give you my thanks for listneing to my ideas as I share them on this old crumpled up piece of paper I have found in my bedside table. Now I am about to put on my night rail and fall soundly asleep. Sweet dreams diary, until next time. Yours truly, Elizabeth Rogers