The Gray Essay

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

The fresh morning air was cool against my face. Father had been gone for a while now, he had been called by his work for some “serious business.” As my sister Aliah, and I played in the pond by our 2 story house, we heard a faint muttering of Father’s pick-up.

“Oh man, I was thinking of telling him that! That would have been embarrassing!” I said.

An older boy remembered his father, a hardworking blue collar man. He remembered how his father would walk into the home each evening with scraped hands and perspiration stained shirts. His father was a tough man. He was the kind of man that refused to go to the doctor and rarely hugged his children. Yet, he was a good man. The boy remembered how his father provided for the family and often times his smallest actions proved his paternal love for them. One particular memory stood out among the rest. His father had returned home from work late one evening. He had been out celebrating his pay raise with some of his co-workers down at the local pub. He waltzed through the door bursting with

“Oh well I am a good observer. Though I’m not sure if John is a name with power. When I see a guy who’s name is John I don’t think oh that 's powerful man, I say oh he looks like a John and you my friend look like a John.”

My father’s presence was the only thing that stopped me.... He was running at my side, out of breath, at the end of his strength, at his wit’s end. I had no right to let myself die. What would he do without me? I was his only support.”

When the men finally made their way over to us, one man, tall, skin in size, about a quarter of the muscle tone of my pa’pa pushed him into the wall, while another, shorter in stature, with bright blue eyes, the color of sapphire, hit my father from behind. My father fell to the ground, blood dripping down his face, looking hopeless and feeble. I felt so discouraged, the only thing I could do was weep. My father, on the ground, turned to us and told us to run and we did. Half the way to the house, all I could think about was how hopeless I was and how much I wanted to help, but could not. After all that was my father back there, my friend, my protector, my pa’pa. When we finally made it to the porch of our house, we were out of air and I was about ready to collapse. My brother finally mustered up the energy to tell my mother and uncle what happen.

“I don’t feel so well” Jan’s father had suddenly said one morning at breakfast. Her father, a World War II veteran, stood up and went to go lie down. The rest of the

In the chapter, the gray zone, the author Primo Levi describes the human relationships inside the Lager. In describing the gray zone, Levi discusses the different roles of prisoners assigned by the Nazi. The prisoners that did the work were seen as being more privileged which at the end of the day helped them get more food and live better. Therefore, the concept of the gray zone is analyzing the difference between the privileged and the non-privileged in the Lager. The difference can be seen by the tasks that the prisoners carried out, for example, one of the groups were seen as, “Low ranking functionaries... sweepers, kettle washers, night watchmen, bed smoothers... checkers of lice and scabies,

Carter shrugged before walking off. Bianca just shook her head, looked at the boy who looked shocked and left. London stood there like, What the fuck just happened? Did I just got dissed? He thought.

Part III of Niewyk’s book is about the victim’s experiences in the camps. Four articles are presented. The first is by Bruno Bettelheim, a child psychologist and survivor of the Holocaust, who concludes via Freudian psychology that victims in the camps reverted to childlike behavior due to their circumstances. The second is by Terrence Des Pres, a literature professor, who refutes Bettelheim’s position by adding additional information Bettelheim did not include. Next is Primo Levi, another survivor, who details a “moral grey zone” of actions taken while in the camps. Last in the chapter is Zoe Vania Waxman, who focuses on women’s experiences in the Holocaust and how their actions did not always fit in the gender stereotype that women are always

"Stop looking at me like that," Y/N murmured as she flipped another page of the magazine. Scott tilted his head from her lap, smirking while he said, "Like what?"

He groaned when he saw my face and looked at his mum. "What is he doing here again?"

"Make it quick," You stated with a cold expression on your face, crossing your arms as you two make a stop outside the dropship. He nodded and took a deep breath, "I want to

Today, March 14, the day I will never forget. The day of my wedding with the love of my life, Lenore.We live in a huge castle, on the top of a very steep hill. After the most beautiful wedding ever, Lenore said she wanted to go water her huge garden down at the bottom of this extremely long path. I asked her if she wanted me to come with her, but she said she was okay and could probably handle it on her own. So she got her water pot and started down the long, long pathway. As she continued to walk it started to get dark, so I decided I would get a candle and start walking down to go find Lenore.