A truck peels away from the house across the street. Inside there is a family of seven. A mother and her six children, the oldest being just fourteen. The father was killed in the war along with Markus. Today they are being carted off to the gas chambers upon discovery that they were in fact, Jewish. I sit on my porch, rocking back and forth like I do on most days. The orphanage children are out playing soccer again. The little girls with braids and dresses; the boys with matching caps and shorts. They cheered and giggled, to some that would sound happy, but to me it was like fingernails on a chalkboard. The orphanage instructor was just there staring off into space, not giving a care in the world. There was a very thin layer of snow hugging the ground, just enough so that people would stay inside. Living just outside of Munich, in a small town called Freising. Not that many people come to visit, so all the faces are familiar. Though today, there was a new one. A little girl from the orphanage stood in the back of the crowd trying to kick the ball back and forth with the other kids, yet she was much too small. Her frail body kept being pushed and shoved away by the older and stronger kids. She ended up sitting on the curb twirling a bit of grass in her fingers. Her hair is plaited back into two braids, instead of the uniform of …show more content…
I the proceed to sit down on the worn leather couch. I made sure to sit on the left side, Markus always sat on the right side. I brought the tea up to my lips, the heat flowed through my bones. I gazed at the pictures of me and Markus on the walls. I see our wedding picture from when we were both young, pictures of us dancing and laughing. My desk had piles of cards on it that he wrote to me while he was in the field. There was an unopened one sitting on top. It said “Happy Birthday Darling” on the envelope. I couldn’t bring myself to open it, for it had arrived after his
Days after everyone returns to work, the sick Jews are separated from the healthy ones. Women pricked their fingers and rubbed blood on their faces in order to be healthier looking. The weak and old Jews are killed to make room for new shipments of Jewish workers. The children are placed on trucks and sent away.
Then the Nazis take over Hungary and start to put the Jewish people in ghettos. Then they were loaded into cattle cars, in the car a lady goes nuts about a fire she sees in her mined. After they get to Auschwitz Eliezer is separated with his father from his mother and his sister and never sees them again. Eliezer and his father had toile about there
Describe: Liesel and her best friend, Rudy Steiner, has been walking through town when a woman in a window above them looks to the streets and announces, “Die Juden;” The Jews. This is when a vast amount of Jewish prisoners begins to march their way down Munich Street while Nazi soldiers barked orders at them. To everyone, especially Liesel (who had a Jewish person living in her basement), this was the furthest thing from a pleasant sight. And apparently, Hans Hubermann had enough of this, as if being controlled by God himself, Hans walked over and offered a particularly weak Jew a piece of bread out of pure sympathy, only to be beaten by overlooking Nazis.
Bruno’s father comes in running in the gas chamber and bruno and shmuel were under all the men, the gas did not reach them and they survived they were yelling and screaming and hitting the door so someone would come and help them out, ralf, the dad picks bruno up and calls elsa, the mother and her and gretel, the sister come running and ralf notices the bruno was holding someone else's hand which was shmuel, the best friend, and sees he is a jew and calls pavel to check them both because he use to practice on being a doctor, pavel said they were okay and they take him home, the next morning, Nazi soldiers arrived at their house and adolf hitler, Leader of Nazi Germany from 1934 came in the house and asked
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Everyone's reaction was a mean, nasty door slam to the the face. The boy, peter, said people don't like talking about it because they want to forget about it and they also feel of shamed of what they did during the holocaust or what they didn't do. Many people were forced to kill others and people couldn't help even if Hey wanted to, because they would be risking their families. They sneak in to a place where records about everyone who died during the holocast were kept. When they went in they got caught by a woman. Sara told the woman her story and the woman let them have 20 minutes. After 20 minutes the woman return and realized Sarah and Peter were looking at it document that was for Karen Frankel . Sara explained that it was her mom and the woman got emotional and wouldn't say anything. After pleading Sara got to know that her mom was abused and raped by one of the nazis. She went back to the place she was staying and told Peter she wants to go back to Canada . Peter told Sara to come to the doctors office where he works and he would pick her up there. When the doctor came out he decided to ignore
I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.
Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.
Growing up as a child, I was different from the rest of the kids in my current community. I grew up in a tiny religious dot, barely recognizably on a map; West Union, Ohio. I moved to Cincinnati shortly before my first grade year, but I can visually account for many memories that were created during my first portion of life in West Union.
I was very interested in summer thunderstorms, still am as old as I are. And in the winter i would stand all day by the window watching it snow. Especially if there was a great big bilzzard raging. I always had a willful nature in being temper. I was very determined always that all things will come to my satisfaction… or else. People always said i had fire in my eyes. I would not even stand for a snowless winter. I cried once when the snow stopped falling. And my poor father looked at me so queer.”
In Edgar Allen Poe’s story, “The Fall of the House of Usher”, Poe creates an atmosphere of fear by Roderick knew he buried his sister alive. The narrator was summon to House of Usher by his friend in boyhood Roderick Usher that he have gotten a mental disease. He gets there and his friend is different from the last time he saw him. “When,one evening, having informed me that the lady Madeline was no more,”(Poe #23). Roderick and the narrator completely trapped Madeline in that coffin.
When the train arrives at Auschwitz, they smell burnt flesh, and they can see the smoke. They know now that it is too late and that Mrs. Shachtner was right about the fire.
Today was the day that I learned nothing in life is free. Nothing is just handed to you. Ever. Everything you want or need, needs to be worked for. Maybe not super hard or really easy but some method of payment is definitely needed. Even those “free” cups and souvenirs they give out a festivals come with a price. For instance, I went to a national park over Christmas break and they had Chevrolet out front “handing out” shirts. Yeah you could get the shirt, but before you could you had to take a “quick” survey and provide contact information. So even though you didn’t need money to receive the shirt, it still wasn’t free.
I live in a mountainous region and am always inspired when I see what I believe to be a miracle: on a sheer cliff, where it would seem impossible for anything to grow, a tree will stand tall, growing straight out of the solid rock. I believe that I should be awarded this scholarship because, like this tree, I have the "courage to grow". Through hope and teachability, I have turned personal obstacles into a solid foundation from which I have grown as a person. For example, instead of allowing multiple moves to discourage me from settling, I have decided to make a difference everywhere I live. From starting an outreach group for new students at a school in the South to ministering to military children at a church in the Rocky Mountain West, I
The purpose of this paper is to explore the methods are used in an Adult English as a Second Language (ESL) classroom. I am interested in what types of activities facilitate students’ understanding, make students comfortable, and encourage student participation. I chose to concentrate on this aspect of second language (L2) learning because as a future teacher, I believe it is important to be mindful and use activities and interactions that appeal and are beneficial to all students. This study made me more aware of the interactions and activities used in the classroom. In order to narrow down the investigation, the following three research questions were formulated: