Nocturnal Reflection

I give this movie a six out of five-star rating. How it managed to keep me on the edge of my seat the entire time is beyond me; I am still in disbelief that I was fully engaged for the entire two hours and twenty-six minutes. Although I had heard many great things about the novel, the film exceeded all of my expectations. The Natural teaches many valuable lessons about perseverance, determination, commitment, karma, relationships, and staying young at heart.

I unlock the metal gate and climb onto the front patio. Before me stands a two-story house with newly-refurbished windows and a fresh coat of white paint. I admire the house’s beauty as I stroll past it. I walk through a crowded path of mohintli, white laelia, tithonia, and dahlias that seem to guide me to the real reason I am at this address. After moving the branches of some avocado trees out of the way, I finally find the treasure I am seeking: a small rose-colored house with just two windows and two rooms. With the key my father gave me, I open the doors to enter the rooms. The light switch does not work, so only shadows are present in the room. Giant cracks graze the walls like the markings of a lion. On the ceiling, an intricate flower design shines proudly with the rest of the room, slowly losing its will to decay. Only broken furniture stands in the corners of the room, ashamed to be present in front of a girl from the North. After taking a deep breath to calm my emotions, I lock the door, look to the sky, and walk back to the house I am staying at with my

William Shakespeare once said, “Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall”. In the same way, people who go through life-changing events will either be overthrown by the world’s sin, or they will overcome it like a militia conquering another country. For example, in the book Night by Elie Wiesel, he states, “But now, I no longer pleaded for anything. I was no longer able to lament. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes had opened and I was alone, terribly alone in a world without God, without man. I was nothing but ashes now, but I felt myself to be stronger than this Almighty to whom my life had been bound for so long…” (68). Henceforth, throughout the book Night, the main character, Elie, is changed drastically by his near-death experiences in Auschwitz.

“The Holocaust was the systematic, bureaucratic, state -sponsored persecution and murder of six million Jews by the Nazi regime and its collaborators.”( www.ushmm.org)When the Holocaust happened the Germans focused on Jews more than they focused on any other racial group. While several millions of people were killed , many survived the Holocaust to tell their story . Some like Elie Wiesel, wrote their story from personal experience.Others like Vladek Spiegelman told told their story with the help of relatives. In Elie Wiesel’s story , he talks about how his life was before and during the Holocaust. In Vladek's story , by his son, Art, Spiegelman, was told through a series of interviews and a graphic novel. The authors of Night and

In the beginning of the book, Night, Elie started out as a free man. Life was peaceful and great, he had no worry in the world. The book explains one of Elie and his family's day;

The Hours in which I served for JJP have been ones of great pleasure. This time has helped me guide others onto a path with a better future. In my experience I helped children struggling with school and was able to get their mindset on what it actually means to be successful. I told them how life can be hard without an education and how imperative it was to focus on school. I told them this out of experience because when I was younger I did not ever think about the future I just thought about the now and doing fun things. My older brothers spoke to me and helped guide me onto a path with college in its future and that is why I chose this organization. I chose it because this is a great problem in society today. We are so focused in our early

I let Brenna up from the floor and sit back against the bed, the rough wood finds a sore spot on my shoulder. Brenna sits up and dusts some of the dirt off her clothes. She doesn't try to come at me, or even angry. I feel my heart racing and blood pulsing in my ear. The nightmare was still there, in the back of my mind, like a far-off storm.

The house was pictured as tall and thin, created from abundant greystones, overwhelming my senses. With just my luck, my phobia of fury furious bats surrounding the gates had ferociously flew past me. As I had pushed the heavy gates open, the touch of the bare iron bars, as cold as ice, had covered my hands completely. As I had stepped foot into the house, I could shortly smell a trite scent coming from the rotting wood, along with estranged aromas coming from the small vents through the basement walls. I could also hear the shutters rattling mysteriously from a distance, the floorboards creaking in tune to my footsteps, leading me to the corridor that had been covered in cobwebs. In addition to this, I could hear the indeterminate voices off into the distance, clearly audible. Just then I had saw someone rushing inside one of the doors. The door had creaked ominously on its rusty hinges, as it slowly opened, driving my inner claustrophobia insane. It might have even been the same person who I had heard the footsteps of earlier. In that moment I had thought to myself, “Who else could be inside? Was it Brittany, maybe Claire? I had shivered with frightfulness for a few moments, until I had then decided to follow the person. Slowly, I had entered the room directly behind me. The bedroom curtains had been shivering with the cold breeze that had been entering the room. Just when I thought I had it right, the dim light of the moon had flickered, and the mysterious person had darted away. Thinking more of it, it could have just been my imagination. The room I had entered was an impetuous mess, like someone had decided to tear it apart in an act of violence. Through the cold iron bars, I could see the sky gently clearing up. I could finally see the moon, a distant lantern in the night sky. I looked at my watch, already ten minutes to eight. As I continued to go from

Every inch of the dusty Walla was covered in moss coloured slier. The ceiling was crushing me with every step. I was droning as the walls caved in. I could smell the odours from the dead animals creeping its way up my swollen nose. The scent whirling around, getting stronger, the further into its world it got. This unfamiliar place kept feeling further away from home and slowly felt my heartbeat increasing. Abode thirst scream, a suicidal blood splatter, a choking stench, a gruesome Tate, a trembling body, the world was slipping away at my trembling fingertips. And i stumbled my way deeper and deeper; the dusty darkness became somewhat mysterious. The once slime covered walls, were now shiny glass and had been stretched into a dome. There was a strange smell, like shoe polish, flowing around the room. The disturbing silence was growing more frightening. It was lifeless. My eyes were drawn to an ago iin sight. Right in front of my blurring vision, the reflection strewn across the glass, stopped my pulse. Jet-black eyes, red tangles locks, and brightly coloured clothing stared back at me like a laser-light. A droning sound echoed off the revealing walls. It was the same sound as the grandfather clock made in my old grandmother’s house. It bounced around, as if to make fun of me. It was ripping away at my ear drums with its repetitive noise, increasing by the second. Silvery illuminates

The ten hours shadowing experience is to broaden the insights regarding different administrative and instructional levels.

The window sill flashed with a sudden burst of light another rumble shook the house. Without a second thought I lifted the screen and flicked the foul thing, slamming the window shut before the rain decided to start falling. How could that tooth have gotten there? Wasting no time I hurried to make sure no other portal's were left open to let the weather in. As I walked further away from the window I could still smell something, the old man's breath... It almost seemed to be getting stronger and uniquely intense. Making my way through the house the smell was consistent room to room. Finally I made my way to the bathroom just to check my mouth out of paranoia. When I looked in the mirror everything seemed fine, one of my top left teeth fell onto the sink bouncing off the rim and onto the floor. I couldn't believe it. I heard some sort of scuttling accompanied with soft dark whispers but couldn't focus. As I stared at my tooth I could feel the warm trickle of blood starting to hit my tongue. The bathroom door slowly started opening, but only slightly. No one's supposed to be here for another few days? A small ash black almost translucent hand appeared feeling the bathroom floor as if it was someone lying down. I had no

What you know and believe in can change at any moment. We see a first hand account of this in the book Night. Everyday we see the jews face the horrors of the Buna work camp, as a result of this we see most people change their ethics. As fight or flight instincts kick in, people abandon their family and friends to survive. Elie fights an internal battle to keep his father alive and strong during these tragedies. As others around him give in to the cruel punishment, Elie himself wants to drift towards the darkness. When people are faced with such cruel punishment everyone changes to some extent. For some the change is instant but for most the process of breaking their will is extensive.

Night by Elie Wiesel tells the incredible story of a young Jewish boy and his father trying to survive the Nazi Concentration camps. Night is a narrative about Elie’s time in Auschwitz, Buna, and Buchenwald. I believe that Night is a must read for people of all ages. Night not only contains incredible imagery, it also tells the day to day life within a concentration camp, something we seldom hear about. But Night isn’t just a story of survival, it also shows the effects that trauma and pain can have on one’s faith and innocence.

As I left out the cattle cars, we were getting separated by these German soldiers into two different lines. I saw the dark ashes of burning people and then a huge “mountain” of bodies stacked onto each other, I was going towards the pit. I thought my life was over until I quickly turned the other way…I sighed. I secretly snuck into the other line that they had to do work…I wanted to be safe and I’d do anything I can to survive. I whispered in my head, “I rather work then die”. This shows how apparently it is OK for someone to do something bad to a person for surviving, protecting family, or if it doesn’t hurt anyone inside.

After going through a traumatic event, we usually gain a hatred for the person(s) that may have caused it, or acted the events out. It changes us as a person and affects our whole well-being, sometimes transferring who we used to be, maybe even making less compassionate and changing our outlook of the world. In Elie Wiesel’s, Night, we watch as Eliezer goes through brutal events and attempts to remain faithful to God and his Father, and he only slightly succumbs to the lack of compassion of the other prisoners, towards the end, as he loses hope but soon regains it after he is saved.