Letter from the Past

Why would we classify Andy as a tragic hero?

Ans: Andy is a tragic hero because he was innocent from the start and he never committed the offence but yet he was sentenced and in the end, when he thought he was having hope, he was backstabbed and in the end, he took it out upon himself to escape prison.

What was his flaw and how did it cause his fall from his grace?

Ans: His flaw was that he trusted that the warden and when he helped the warden with everything, the warden backstabbed him when he needed help causing him to spend 2months in the hole. Too jealous of his wife and he let his emotions get the better of him which he thought he murdered his wife.

What lessons did he learn from his mistakes?

Ans: He learnt that he cannot trust people that easily. Being street-smart.

How did he change and how did he change others?

Ans: He changed to learn about the inside and outside of the prison, and he made the prisoner’s smarter and gave them a library and diploma’s, he gave the prisoner’s hope.

Letter from the past:

Dear Grandpa,

How’s Heaven? Earth is still fine though (Although I thought the world was coming to an end like when my school flooded, totally worth the hype for one minute). Never thought you would be gone so fast. How’s Great Grandpa and Grandma doing? Are they like still together or they had enough of each other? It’s different when you are not around. Although you’re always at the corner not making a sound, the living room just feels different without you around. No beady eyes to watch over everyone, no more of that cheeky infamous grin of yours. But it’s all been good. Everyone’s moved on from what happened. Let me tell you a little something that happened to me. I was in this tiny little dilemma the other day(Saturday, to be exact), over something which I actually forgotten( BUT it’s not girls, trust me). So anyway, you were one mad havoc when you were young, and so was dad, so was I.=) NOT problematic, just havoc. So, I decided to walk all over Singapore, like how you would take me and Mel on small car rides scaring the guts out of our parent’s. And I was just having one of those, I-don’t-know-why-I-am-feeling-like-this day. So basically, my feeling was indescribable. So, I went to Esplanade(as usual) sitting and watch the world go by(till almost 10) don’t know why, I had this sudden urge to fly away. To fly, just fly, back to LA, where I want to be free again. I don’t know, you know. Sometimes, I feel like this is all so terrifying to me. I’m just a small little kid in a big world where there are so many things out there waiting for me to do, homework, assignments, work and there’s obviously, my manipulative mind that keeps playing around with my own brain. Grandpa, since you’re in heaven, can you answer my question now. Seriously, why is the sky blue? Like can you like go check it out? Like poke some holes in the clouds and find some colours in them. Like how when I was young, I asked you why is the apple round and not square? I think I have just like totally beat out at school. School’s been like on-off for me. Made some friends. But sometimes I do go to school, disoriented. But don’t worry, about a thing, because every little thing is going to be all right.

With lots of love,

Benji=)