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Friday, August 19, 2011

In-Class Online Lesson 12

1) In all 3 casket scenes, the common theme is not to judge a book by its cover. In all 3 occasions, the caskets were contrary to what was inside the casket. In the first case, when the Prince of Morocco chose his casket, he looked highly upon himself. He saw himself as a very handsome person, and thus chose the casket that was the most expensive. This was the gold casket. However, he failed to win Portia.
In the second case, the Prince of Arragon saw himself as a middle-classed person. He believed that he was a very well-liked person, while at the same time very humble. Thus, he picked the silver casket, which he considered to be the best of both world. However, he also did not win Portia.
In the last case, Bassanio, considered the gold and silver caskets and thought them to be just pretty on the outside. In the end, he chose the lead, as he believed that beauty is in the inside, and people are often fooled by the looks. In the end, he won Portia.

2) Water... I cannot breathe... These were my last few thoughts I remembered before my mind went blank.
I had been on a boat trip with a close friend. The weather was fine and we had a whale of time. But it was different hours later. Dark clouds swarmed the sky, and a storm broke out. In a matter of seconds, my boat capsized and water started gushing in. Instinctively, both of us rushed for the life jacket. Unfortunately, only one was working.
Who should take it? My friend had a family of four to support. Should I give in the life jacket? It was the toughest dilemma I ever faced in my life. As I faced this dilemma, I realised how redundant my so called dilemmas in the past were. A Honda or a Toyota? An iPhone or an Android? Those were nothing; but this was something. It was about life and death. I only had a few seconds to decide. His family needs him. He is the sole breadwinner. I relented and lost grip of the life jacket, and sank into the sea.
My vision went black, and I slowly surrendered to death. Suddenly, I felt a strong grip on my shoulder, and before long, I was hauled to surface. I had been rescued!

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